The Triad Reconvenes
This incident happened last Friday but I only wrote the beginning of it because it’s a Triad piece and those take, well, three times as long as a normal post because you get the commentary/heckling in surround sound. My apologies for holding out (because NO ONE likes that less than me), but here it is. It’s a little weird writing this given that I met someone nice and actually date-able Friday night. But I’m going to ignore that and write this post in the mindset I was in last week. ie horny as fuck and no dick in sight.
If you’re new to this site, visit here to catch up on The Triad series, an on-going battle between my brain, The Pussy, and Me, where no one ever seems to win.
Remember Apt #31? [Meet him here, mock him here.]From now on his cute SBCd moniker will be Jamaican Hottie, although I was very tempted to name him CAUTION: HOT and giggle mercilessly (not that he isn’t ridiculously hot. and black. and foreign. My favorite combination of hot. mmmmmmm).I see Jamaican Hottie regularly around the complex. He often comes home during lunch like I do. Today we entered the gate at the same time, so he opened the door for me, I gave that quick nod of acknowledgement/thank you, and as I was walking off I heard his thick Jamaican accent behind me.
Jamaican Hottie: Do you work out?
my brain: Oh. my. god.
The Gut: No he di’int!! WORST LINE EVER. Retreat, retreat!
