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(Inspired by CookingForOne101's About Me section, thanks Steve!)
I want to tell you a story....
This is a story about three gals: A Blonde, a Redhead, and me.
When I lived in Massachusetts, the three of us were always together.
One friend is a Swedish Blonde. Everywhere we go the men line up to speak to her and buy her drinks.
My other friend is a Redhead. Everywhere we go the guys line up to see if her temper matches her hair, and if she is as wild as redhead rumors say.
There was usually a friend for me. Not a blonde nor a redhead, just an average brunette content to enjoy the attention showed my friends.
At the end of an average evening, we often exchanged phone numbers.
The Swedish Blonde's guy held up her number like a trophy.
The Redhead's guy held his number to his chest like a medal.
The Swedish Blonde's guy always gets a wrong number.
The Redhead's guy never gets a call back.
My guy always gets my correct number and I always call back. The Swedish Blonde and the Redhead say that's where I go wrong.
I always go and hang at the bar with my guy. I always lean in close and whisper seductively about which other woman at the bar would look hot in bed with us. The Swedish Blonde and the Redhead say that's where I go wrong.
I always play pool to the best of my ability, not letting the guy think he can beat me all the time. The Swedish Blonde and the Redhead say that's where I go wrong.
I always tell it like it is, not hiding behind games or pretending I don't like my guy when I do. The Swedish Blonde and the Redhead say that's where I go wrong.
I always get a guy who is interested in crawling into bed, but not in being my friend. Tell me, where exactly, do I go wrong?
