A random guy approached me while I was talking to one of my best friends. And when he approached me he said Hello then went on to say one of the strangest pick up lines I’ve ever heard in my life.
Delay In Post
Sorry for the complete delay in post over the last month.
Time For Feedback!
I was going through my comics and I realized they kind of bounce around some with different stories. Do you guys like it like that? Or is there a particular story you want to hear more about?
Feel free to note me your answer if you don’t feel comfortable posting it!
Also I have several stories that are actually more sad or scary then they are funny. I originally planned to not include these, but I figured I should ask you guys. Do you mind if not all the stories end with a funny punchline?
So I had to stop writing comics for a few weeks, this was partly due to the fact that I was in extreme pain. I needed surgery and I had to keep putting it off. When I finally had it done… well I was far from a sexy minx. More like a bruised swollen horse beat with a bat then run over by a big rig.
However, my long running guy friend of almost ten years didn’t care. He thinks I’m the most beautiful, brilliant girl in the world even when I have purple and red bloody scars all over my face. And this partly has to do with him having been in love with me for the last ten years (but we’ll get back to that later).
Anyways, being an awesome friend he was catering to me, and keeping me company. As the pain killers set in (I had the good stuff), I started to get flirty, bored, and every other troublesome mood you could think of.
"I’m booooorrrreeeedddd" I’d whine and poke at him all crazy like. I kept at it until finally I got up in his face wanting him to pay attention. He blushed beat red debating if he should behave or say something nice… soooo he combined the two and got one of the most awkward phrases I’ve ever heard directed at me. "Your acting just like my cat right now… all over me… and… ‘pawing’ for my attention."
I was quiet for a moment, and pondered the phrase. I debated if I should comment on how weird it was… but I decided he was being far to sweet and I didn’t want to dampen his spirit… plus I was extremely high on drugs. I figured ‘Fuck it, I’ll use my medication as an excuse if this ever comes up again.”
PS Nothing to racy happened! More like after awkward sexual tension build up, I passed out drooling in his lap. Poor boy. I should really treat him better.
For a living I work a lot with power tools, chemicals, and a variety of other things that can kill you. It’s more of less an nontraditional job for a woman, and I take a lot of pride in that. However, because my co-workers (and other guys that learn what I do for a living) don’t usually see women in the field they sometimes aren’t sure how to view me.
The Church Mouse effect is a strange one. Because I’m a girl amongst men, sometimes the guys get afraid of offending my virgin ears. So they have private in jokes, or conversations I’m not included in.
And finally the Bro-chick effect, which is the opposite of the Church Mouse…. I hear WAY to much. I’m pretty open minded, but please don’t tell me about your lust and wanting to bang my best friends. That’s like telling a guy you want to bang his sister.
Overall, I DO NOT MIND any of these. I actually enjoy all of them to an extent. I like being a Bro that the boys can hang out with, it makes me feel like I proved myself. But I also like being seen as a good girl, that they can respect as a person with morals. And finally I just like guys thinking I’m hot for breaking a gender barrier.
I’m so happy to have followers now! And I look forward to having more in the near future. ~ <3
After a while of being curious I managed to get wind of “The Dungeon.” With some worming on my part I received an invite, so long as I brought a mask and didn’t ask names.
I’d been at The Dungeon for a while and started to nose around some more. I’d seen various devices on the wall, and was intrigued by a small steel cage off in a corner.
Happily the man helped me out of my cage. A massive grin hiding under his mask as he spoke to me. He cooed and looked me over twirling me around. But I couldn’t shake his odd use of language calling me handsome and other masculine terms. Finally, he said ‘Young man’ and it registered in my brain what was going on. He thought I was a guy.
Call me cynical, but you can’t deny the truth behind this. Maybe a few less kinks, but still!
Yeah, yeah I hear the groans from the cheesy nature of it… but honestly isn’t that what Valentines Day is? Cheesy love letters, flowers, candies, and fancy dinners…
The way I met my first boyfriend is the reason I can’t stand movies like ‘The Notebook.’ Stalking isn’t romantically tragic, it’s creepy. Though with that said, I guess the The Notebook had it right when the chick fell in love with him in the end.