So go ahead and gather around the computer screen as it is once again story time here at ubf. This tale was inspired by a term I was recently introduced to called ‘dating karma’. Evidently some of you out there are running around treating future exes respectfully in a hope to bank enough good will that you will eventually drop the maid/men from your usual wedding title. Once I stopped laughing, I instantly thought of a particular evening that will probably have me with an unending amount of alone time in the future.
As a bit of background, a particular lady and I decided that it was no longer a good idea to date as she expected our semi-frequent interactions to lead to some facebook relationship status changing while I looked at them as a reason not to be on facebook looking at statuses. However, as responsible adults we decided to remain friends (she attempting to keep me in her life such that I might change my mind and I attempting to keep my tires and windows in there current place of non-f’d up). As friends often do, she invited me to attend a function with her. With an empty dvr and not close enough to pay day to go on an actual date, I accepted her invitation.
As the night progressed, my alcohol intake suggested that coitous should be added to the evening as a last minute addendum. Given our recent decision to move to friendville (amazingly not a facebook game yet), I maturely decided against enjoying such activities with her. But realizing a partner would probably make for a more enjoyable experience, I switched from alcoholic to booty caller. Read more of this post