pocahontas retreating back to her teepee who give a fuck who she endorses? probably cost the bern a nomination that would have been revoked in favor of doh and what a loser of all losers bernie is sounds like he's already conceding
Actually yeah. i am sure i did But I'm also sure I don't remember much from college Other than lots of alcohol and foreign exchange girls.
To quote the great Talking Heads...... Why stay in college? Why go to night school? Gonna be different this time Can't write a letter, can't send no postcard, I ain't got time for that now
I remember one girl. The Sri Lankan one. That island holds a lot of secrets within Vedic culture. Would be a good mine for me. Should I look her up? Not like I don't know precisely where she is and how she is and what she does like the good studious boy I am We are both single at this time. While before we were both engaged to others and had to sneak around to hang out by using schoolwork as an excuse. I forgot the alcohol in that I don't really drink now. I had light colored wine this weekend. Like an old lady. It was a weird experience. But it wasn't bad. I actually enjoyed it.
i know i've said it here before and i know you recall but my first and only wife is from SL i've been all over the island and its the most surreal experience in my life to this point
Your stories about your wife and your SL experience are always in the back of my mind when I think about that girl. Or more like I think about her everytime I hear one of your stories.
Not at all. We had a really sweet relationship. She engaged but in an arranged marriage setup and was not happy about the type of dude she was getting. We went hiking up the hill and I used to tell her about my trips to Mexico and how I loved the highlands and wanted to live in the mountains and raise goats and chickens on a big farm someday. She smelled weird though. I did not like cumin at all and she smelled like hot cumin all the time. I detested curry and her BO was all about those flavors. I love curry now and cook it from scratch making my own masala. Funny how that works out. And that hill we used to hike... It's the hill across from my balcony and I view it everynight. And for years she just happened to have her little girl at the best Hindu school in the area which is 5 minutes from my house. She works in Pasadena at a fintech firm since college. After college I spent the next 10 years hanging out in Pasadena for fun and entertainment because some of my friends moved there and there was nothing much to do at night east of there if you plan on staying out of trouble. But yeah... She thought I was a saint because I never went after the treat. I wanted to but for most of my life I could not be the type that fucked another dudes girl. I kinda had a reputation for stealing hearts and minds so I tried hard not to steal the whole package. Simply because I was afraid of being that guy. That guy is prevalent in my family. And her thick beautiful pitch black curly hair that stank of curry also stopped me. But I got to grab her big ass a lot helping her hike up the hill. She messaged me when she saw I was getting married and was a total sweetheart of support and asked me to send her pictures. I never did. And never talked to her again. But I do love curry a lot more now. Specially the goat.
Not at all. She was good. College was my introduction to big tittied white girls that liked to get drunk a lot and at the time I was locked into the type. Normal wholesome girls with career ambitions were not a priority. I also didn't like to sleep with girls whose company I really enjoyed. Probably afraid to fuck up the friendship. Plus I needed her to help me with my homework. She was significantly smarter than me. That probably was an issue too. And I was drinking a shitton at the time so I know my judgement was probably ass backwards. So yeah... I was probably a huge pussy at the time and cared a bit too much about other peoples feelings.
I know I know. Im a slow learner. And I don't take hints. Only slaps in the face. So I can get angry enough.
you could have used better peers ones who'd already traveled the road you had yet to navigate ones who could have shared with you the secrets of the universe ones who could have made you a contender... stella!!! okay, wrong brando movie reference, but you get the point... why ride on the short bus when someone could have handed you your diploma?