cute-evil.

cute-evil.
not all cute things are good.

Saturday

home is where YOU are, baby.

i was working with "le cafard" for a few months before i finally figured out he had been trying to get me to date him.  i thought he had been kidding, but apparently all his "romantic suggestions" were serious.  i found out that le cafard had a reputation for seeing multiple women, hitting on women he wasn't seeing (any and all women - age, size, and nationality is not a factor), and frequenting strip clubs.  soon after all of these (not so startling) revelations, he tried to get me to move in with him.  "oh, cafard... i really just think it wouldn't work".  "well, why not?", he wanted to know.  "hmmm... maybe all those other womens, and the strippers?..." he perked up immediately, and i knew a gem was about to emerge from his mouth.  "baby that's no problem.  you KNOW i'd always come home to you!"

lesson for guys: no girl wants you to come straight home to them after you've been with misty and amber.

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