When I Most Expect it

August 7, 2010

People are always saying you’re going to meet someone when you least expect it.  Maybe that works for girls.  For guys, its a canard.  Most of us have to work at it hard to meet a girl.

When I least expect it?  Please.  I used to least expect I meet a chick while taking a dump at a filthy crowded stadium bathroom.  After all, where could I be less likely to meet the woman of my dreams.  Meanwhile, I’m closing in on 48, and while a friend of mine’s girlfriend once opened the door on me while I was shitting in college and insisted on watching, that was a co-ed bathroom in a dormitory – I kind of expected I’d get walked in on sooner or later.  In a filthy stadium bathroom, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a chick, let alone gotten to know a hot one while on the bowl.

Maybe the problem is that, due to the saying “when I least expect,”  I soon came to expect that I would meet a chick while on the bowl of a crowded stadium bathroom.   The saying is a vicious cycle that way, making it all the more of a canard.  After all, how can you meet someone when you least expect it when you start expecting it to happen in the most unlikely of circumstances?

I guess now that I have come to expect that I would meet the girl of my dreams while on a stadium bowl, “when I least expect it” has now become the second before I give up on the possibility of actually getting laid and start jacking off.

The reality is, I meet girls when I most expect it.  I call the hookers, and most of the time they come over fairly promptly.  Worked like a charm again last night.

Fuck this “when you least expect it” shit.

Then again, last night, I really only called the girl to see if she wanted to go to FetishCon with me, since I was sitting at home doing nothing on a Friday night and since she does fetish sessions (although not my bag),  lives right down the street, and doesn’t have a car.  She suggested instead that, since she really needed money, she’d see me for only $50, which soon turned into $50 and a pack of Newports, but still.  So I guess I didn’t really expect it, at least not the getting laid part.



I guess I didn't really expect it


On the other hand, how shocking is it when you ask a hooker out and she wants to just come over and fuck instead?

This “when you least expect it” stuff is all very confusing

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