Alright, so I just got back from vacation- Dayton Beach during Spring Break [img]/images/graemlins/cool.gif[/img] . And although I was able to check in on the thread a few times, I didn't really have time to comment.
First off, LOL at picking the picture of me sleeping. Heres a "better" pic of me along with our hero, miami32, taken in old Vegas I believe:
Anyway, let me go through the thread and comment on some of the stuff I missed:
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Moving on we arrived at the club and one of Craig's friends got us in fast because he got us "VIP," what he neglected to realize is that when you get "VIP" it comes with a very expensive bottle service. None of Craig’s friends happened to have that type of cash, so I ended up paying half and also tipped every bouncer.
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Seriously, this was outright embarrassing. We were sitting there in VIP with like 8 guys, ordering one of the "cheaper" bottles, and everyone was pulling 5 and 10 dollar bills out trying to come up with enough to cover the tab. I've gone through periods in my life where I've been very well off for my age and through periods when I've been close to broke, so I'm not saying this in a condescending way- but if you can't afford to do it right, don't sit in VIP.
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I honestly wonder how good of a tipper I was to them. I used to be a server so I try and take care of every service person I come in contact with. I also try and instill that in my friends.
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I can honestly say that Miami is the best tipper I've ever met in my life. I too am a former waiter, so I try to tip well, but I don't come close to him.
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At this point I'm so hammered I can barely keep my eyes open and I can't walk. I'm literally being carried to the garage. How unballer of Crystal to not get valet. I remember being dropped on the hard concrete as Crystal got her car.
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You forgot to mention(or maybe just forgot outright due to your drunkeness) that Crystal forgot which floor she parked on, which resulted in us dragging your drunk ass all around the parking garage for like 20 minutes.
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Wow wtf is christina?
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Christina was my friend that was moving to California and stayed for a night along with Aaron.
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this story seems pretty pathetic. Guy goes to strip club, blows thousands, girls show him attention, he thinks he has a girlfriend.
sounds like those girls were just into ya as long as the money kept flowing...next time hit up the clubs/bars, find girls for free, and have sex with them. much cheaper
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This definitely was NOT the case here. If you re-read the story, you'll notice that Miami mentions me meeting a stripper on that first night as well and that she is never mentioned again later on in the story....thats pretty much because I realized that she was exactly the type of girl that you're describing here. Crystal was not this at all, and while Miami treated her well, I'm 99% sure that her being with him had very little to do with money.
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"Assani, did Crystal have a car seat in the back of her car?"
"Yeah man, you didn't know? She said she has three kids."
LOLZ.
Bad beat.
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I wish I could remember the exact conversation better because it was 10 times funnier in real life than it comes across here to the readers...one of my favorite moments of the trip, lol.
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Crystal was quite a situation for me. A) She was the first stripper I ever actually dated
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Would never post anything without your consent, but while you have everyone's attention perhaps you should post the blog about the other stripper encounter of your past.
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Man she was stupid. She would go on and on about how she was religious, yet she never mentioned any qualms about having children out of wedlock or her job. I guess God has no issues with grinding on [censored], who knew?
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religious people are perfect??
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Amazingly, she could speak Spanish perfectly. Yet she could barely speak good English, I’ll never quite figure it out.
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LOL
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After having another session of rough sex,Crystal and I were lying in bed together.
“Robert, I love you.”
You know when a baseball player is at bat and the pitcher is winding up to pitch, the batter has a million things going through his head. He checks the type of windup, the pitchers grip on the ball, his stance, if he should hit it away or pull the ball. I felt like a baseball player at bat at this very moment.
We have only been dating for like a month now, is she kidding? She can’t be serious! She still hasn’t even mentioned her kids to me yet. Wow.
It is at this point I would like to thank David Sklansky for teaching me how to play poker and make key decisions. If it weren’t for him, I clearly wouldn’t have made the correct penis-EV decision. It occurred to me at this very moment that if I said no to her right now, in bed with her, naked, I may never have sex again with her, she may knee me in the junk which would clearly be bad, so I only really had thing to say…
“I love you too Crystal.”
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You left out a very important part of this story. Earlier that night, we were all hanging out at one of the local bars. Crystal had said that she rarely drinks. She was HAMMERED that night.
Important for a few reasons:
-She might not remember it saying it, and thus you're ok
-Sometimes people say their true feelings when drunk but don't use good judgment about them. If this is the case, it kinda sucks to know that shes so serious, but maybe she understands that its still way too soon to be taking things that seriously.
-Sometimes people simply talk nonsense when they're drunk. Maybe she didn't even mean it.
I felt as if the "her being drunk" aspect was a critical point, and I remember us discussing it in great detail the following day. I remember that you were really undecided on how you should handle it the next time you saw her.
Oh and btw...had she really still not mentioned her kids yet? I'm sure you have a better idea of the timeline with her than me, but I seem to think that there was a good period of time in between the carseat incident and this story. Am I mistaken?