...that's right... I love 'em. I love blonde girls. I can't get enough of them, and honestly looking back at my "track record" of dating I don't know why I haven't dated more of them.

...and no, I'm not including the "fake ass blondes" or the weak bitches that like to throw blonde highlights in their obviously jet black hair.

Now, back to the replacement.... hah, that's right... YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT... fucking scoot...

Anyhow, I was on my way home and decided to stop for some coffee at my favorite spot when low and behold, the girl that I mentioned in a previous post (you can look at it by clicking the "source" link at the bottom of the page), was working tonight all by herself. A very rare situation...

So, we had a nice discussion and just as I was about to ask her out, some Dilbert showed up at the other drive through window. So I left... and on my way home, I became overwhelmed with a severe feeling of regret. I thought about turning my car around and going back to the coffee stand to get this girl's number... but I didn't... I just went home.

...where I promptly looked up the phone number for the coffee stand, called her, and got her phone number and her interest in me taking her out on a date in the near future.

"Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Willis..." I got the number, and a date... and I didn't even have to waste more gas money and/or time to do it.

Eat your heart out...


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