Friday, November 17, 2006

Let's Pretend We're in Jr High

mp has put out a survey for those (subjectively) lucky enough to have gone out with her. the results have been fascinating. really. i was so busy laughing at the way women called mp on her bullshit that i must have gone 4 hours without a single lick at my ass. don't worry, i made up for lost time....

so, anyway. mp continues to chase the red ball. it is very colorful and bouncy, but i'm pretty sure she's nering her limit. the irony, of course, is that the ball is the most amazing toy mp has ever come across-- even though she hasnt gotten to play with it yet.

they did a mini golf date last night. that's right! straight from the archives of junior high come-on rountines: putt putt.

it was actually fun and kind of sweet.... and (just like in junior high) nothing else happened. well, the ball was fun to watch as she lined up her shots, but that was thanks to a low cut shirt and... being well inflated. that is one tight, red ball.

i'm just saying.

the problem with mp is that she has been scarred so badly she is afraid of reopening them with someone else. it makes sense, really. i mean, if you eat the peking duk one night and spend the next three days peking in the toilet, you don't hurry back for more. this explains the multiple survey respondants (some of which i will post here at a later time).

but this red ball.... when it bounces in the street, mp just has to chase it.

after mini golf, mp introduced her to the art of a good mosey-- complete with an explaination about what differentiates a mosey from a stroll, a jaunt, and even a saunter. the red ball was a fantastic sport-- particularly when they decided that "i let you pay for miniature golf, so show me your room" had the potential to be a good line. unfortunately, mp just can't find the nerve to invite the ball to play a game. and the ball keeps bouncing. since this is part of her appeal, it creates a terrible sense of ambivalence in our reluctant, horny hero.

but, my god, it's fun to watch.

and, seriously, "i let you pay for golf, so you should show me your room" really is a great line.