So I called this girl a 'whorebag'.
Like so many of my attempts at a meaningful relationship with a member of the opposite sex, this one didn't quite pan out either. I'm honestly at a loss here, I just don't see where I'm going wrong. I sometimes find myself laying in my bed awake at nights, staring at a custom made poster of myself laying in bed staring back at me, wondering "Why can't I find my soul mate ceiling me?"
It's not like I'm not trying either, I've been on dates. What's even more baffling is that I personally believe that these dates went quite well, but nevertheless I usually never see her again and nothing ever comes from it. One time during a movie, my lady friend Tabitha and I were watching 'Coach Carter' and I leaned over and whispered into her ear "I can't wait until this relationship moves to the point where we have sexual intercourse and nine months later my beautiful children spring from your loins. Can I have a sip of your soda?" Obviously I thought that this portrayed me as a guy that was going to stick around, that I wasn't looking for a one night stand and was instead trying to pursue a real, lasting relationship.
She said she had to go the bathroom but I never saw her again. When the movie ended I even paid for another two tickets and watched the next showing of Coach Carter. She never came back but now I can recite Coach Carter line for line at a whim, so I guess it wasn't a complete and total loss.
I came to coach basketball players, and you became students. I came to teach boys, and you became men - Coach Ken Carter.
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