Getting your ass kicked by a woman in public is the worst dilemma for a man. If you fight back then you’re abusive. If you take the beating then you’ll walk away with more than just your ego bruised. Run away, and you won’t be able to show your face in the same place ever again. Time was running out before the ugly lesbian would take her next swing, and I still couldn’t make up my mind. That’s when she arrived. Though unarmed, she exuded danger. Though she had yet to speak, you could feel her intelligence. Her blue eyes and wavy blonde hair that graced her lightly colored face sparkled in contrast to the stiff shirt-and-slacks man-clothing she proudly wore. Her every motion was a statement of beauty, grace, and confidence. She was the woman no man or woman could ignore. She motioned the ugly lesbian to approach. The music stopped. The cheers and the whispering subsided. I caught my breath, stood up, and watched. Mystery Hot Woman spoke. “I think you have the wrong man.” “I have the wrong man?” “He’d never hit on your girlfriend. He’s with me.” “Oh, he’d never hit on my girlfriend. He’s with you.” Was this an alternate version of Star Wars where the woman Jedi Master talked the lesbian bounty hunter out of beating on the womanizing playboy? -From Negaman by Brent Pearson negaman/
Posted on: Tue, 08 Oct 2013 04:01:15 +0000