Dick never answered my ‘why’ question, but I did see him the next evening at a bar where he acted oh so nonchalant.
I asked him why he sent me a picture on Facebook of that Gallo wine. Apparently, it was proof that he was really the owner of a 2009 bottle.
O.k. I though, ”maybe his mind is not controlled by his phallus maybe I”m wrong. Maybe he’s just friendly.” Pffff, not a chance.
This was a social environment where he was quite friendly with our whole crew. I mean if he is not chasing you he is quite a good time. However, receiveing messages like tonight are annoying.
Come and have a drink in my office.
All kinds of names I don’t know except one.
I was writing my previous blog, hence I said I couldn’t meet him just now but I wasn’t opposed to it. I mean free drinks, you’d be stupid not too (yes I’d sell my soul for alcohol remember where I live). Judge me all you want you don’t live here.
He kept harrasing my ass with messages of hope. When are you coming? Come now! Where are you. Best one:
He’s getting creative.
He finally called and I said, ” No, I am not coming over I am tired.” He hung up on me. I texted back it was not very nice to hang up in my face.
He called me 5 times in a row. I didn’t answer. I take partial responsibility for his actions, I shouldn’t encourage him, but it is a good story. Plus, shame on you for trying to sleep with me when I was sleeping with your “friend.” Remember.
He is not worst than Dick & Abs. Now, wait til I tell you his story.