His taste in women was…
exotic to say the least. His friends gave him grief because he couldn’t be narrowed down to a type. Not just blondes, burnettes or redheads. Tall, short, supermodel thin, athletic, big boned…he enjoyed them all. His most recent catch was an athletic Italian girl. He had met her in a bar one night last week. After talking over some french fries, which she doused with ketchup he decided to ask her out on a date. She found him irresistible because he asked her to dinner as he wiped a small smudge of ketchup from her lip. She had giggled and accepted. Being daring he asked her to the Tigers baseball game. he wasn’t much of a fan but he had got the tickets from a client and thought this would be a perfect way to use them.
He met her at the stadium. They walked around the park ohhing and ahhing over the architecture. Talking over everything and pretty much ignoring the game. They passed by at least a dozen hot dog stands and finally decided to stop and have one. He paid and the walked over to the condiment cart. She piled on ketchup, mustard, relish, squeezed on a packet of mayonnaise, grabbed a couple hot peppers and asked the food attendant if they had any spare pickles. He was appalled at everything on her hot dog. She took a bite and after swallowing commented that all it needed was soy sauce.
Yeah not my best haha
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HAHA.
fun story!
i think what we should read between the lines is that this chic is preggers!