Spent a weekend in Key West when I was 18 and had a super good looking wild haired, witchey, 10/10 hot crazy matrix latin woman in a convertible try to pick me up. Despite my raging hormones I didn’t have a good feeling about it and passed on the opportunity despite the two buddies I was with telling my I was crazy not to have gone.
Looking back, had I obliged it may have been the last time they ever saw me.
Hah! In Key West, women may not be women.
“Spent a weekend in Key West when I was 18 and had a super good looking wild haired, witchey, 10/10 hot crazy matrix latin woman in a convertible try to pick me up. Despite my raging hormones I didn’t have a good feeling about it and passed on the opportunity despite the two buddies I was with telling my I was crazy not to have gone.
Looking back, had I obliged it may have been the last time they ever saw me.”
I always tell Mr K (not the one on this forum): “You know, if she acts like she really wants to get together with you, that’s a sure sign that something is not on the level.”
He was like, “Don’t I know it!”
I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but decided not to.