(this scenario is for entertainment purposes only .... most of my friends know that you shouldn't take me too seriously)
Generally speaking, I avoid dating women with tattoos. Please allow me to explain..
Almost everyone's sense of "normal" has cemented by the age of ten. When I was ten, only sailors and convicted felons had tattoos -- and women were neither. So women didn't have tattoos.
Consequently, if a woman has a tattoo, I tend to stare at it. This leads to tragedy.
Her: "Well, here we are at your front door."
Me: "Yes."
Her: "Did you have anything on your mind?"
Me: "Yeah, kinda"
Her: "Oh? Tell me."
Me: "Um, I'd like to you inside."
Her: "Yes."
Me: "And walk you over to the couch."
Her: "Yes."
Me: "And take off your shirt."
Her: "Yes."
Me: "And stare at the tattoo on your back for about 2 to 3 hours."
Her: "What? And what am I supposed to do?"
Me: "I dunno. Read a book ... Watch TV. Just so long as you don't move around a whole lot."
Then she slaps me and walks away just a little angry. And I'm left wondering if honesty is really the best policy.
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