Aww HELL NAW! They're Doing What???

          "Aww HELL naw! They doing what???" Let me backtrack. See I'm months behind these posts so by now, Ray had already went on in his internship, come back and left for school but this was the last night we hung out before he left for his internship. As it turned out, it happened to be Adriana's 21st which would imply a DTM night right but it was Adriana so I settled with her simply taking a drink in front of me. Hell, it was a rainy Saturday night so, I couldn't have rode my bike up to AA so the main reason Ray and I made the trip was that he was leaving in the morning and some girl friends from high school (including Scandi the one that got away before I knew she was engaged) so we decided to make a night of it. On the way there I hit up Cass and Uz and whomever, so when we arrived we parked in that "secret spot" (Jane voice) and headed straight to Charlies to get our drink on. Ray had not yet experienced the "Longest Islands" so I immediately found Jodi Mae and started ordering them. 10 minutes in, I was already buzzing because I don't drink severely at home. I ran into a few former courses but I was trying to be a good host because this was only Ray's third time going out in AA so I was trying to meet girls in two's because I've done Ann Arbor. So I was in the midst of doing this when Scandi and those high school girls showed up and so Ray and I kind of split up until Adriana, Britt and their other sorority sister showed up at the bar.


          It was Adriana's birthday so leave it to sorority girl's to bring a cake to the bar. After introductions and the mini ceremony for Adriana, I insisted that she had to take a drink. For those that are unfamiliar, Adriana was the little sweetheart that would be at 1502's rowdiest events, BLUNT sober. There is nothing wrong with that, but in the conversations I've had with her, it's not that she's against drinking, it's more that she's against what it does to people. Here's my rebuttal to that...NO SHIT! 1.) She's a sorority girl, that's a terrible sample size for "responsible drinkers" 2). You can drink and keep it classy. I guarantee you when she's a doctor years down the line and actually starts drinking, she's going to have the thought, "I dryly wasted some of the BEST years of my life!" Anyways the drink was ordered and of course, she was being apprehensive but the peer pressure got to her and she picked up the glass and placed the straw in her mouth and took a sip before putting the glass back down with a hilarious look on her face. In my mind I thought, "That's it?" However I recalled it was Adriana so, that's as good as you're going to get so I threw my hands up and the group erupted in a cheer. We spent a few more minutes in Charlies before the decision was made to head to Ricks. This is my memory of Rick's, there was a stairs,  it was dark, there was music and I was DRUNK! This is good and bad because it meant that I was enjoying myself but it was bad because I had meant to talk to Scandi because I hadn't seen her in close to 3 years, so I just wanted to catch up with her and it was literally a week later that she was proposed to...Ahh Well. After the gambler, Ray and I StRuGgLEd up the stairs and outside into the rainy night with Adriana, Britt and their other sorority sister with them. We decided to head over to the girl's apartment. 

Yes that's a penis

          At the apartment, Britt and I started kissing as we have a history. She was once my date at that infamous "suspenders date party" where Stev, Wheeler and I TOOK OVER. However, her and I had only ever said "hello" because she was MAD flaky to me. Every time I suggested we would hangout she was ALWAYS busy, so though I crushed on her for a minute, it was senior year and I HAD TO get it in. It was her senior year too, so if she preferred these whack fraternity guys it was her prerogative but I always assumed more could happen with us. So I'm not sure if we started at Charlie's, Rick's or the apartment, but I recall barely grazing on her neck, in the kitchen of the apartment and she grew WILD with excitement! I was barely trying but she was TURNED ON so I remember asking, "Who the hell are these dudes that you usually hangout with?" Maybe I know a thing or two but in my opinion, I wasn't doing shit, but she was loving it so we continued. However, moments later, Britt went into the bathroom and began saying "hello" to the toilet bowl. "CHECK PLEASE!" I'm sorry, when someone throws up, that's a deal breaker for that night (apparently it's not for some people). So the mood was CLEARLY broken but I was cool, I had a great night, and I wanted Britt to be okay, so Adriana helped her out, before heading home and I ventured to the family room where Ray was already stretched out on the futon that the host had pulled out. There was one tiny blanket and I like Ray and all but I wasn't about to snuggle with him if there was no need, so I sat on one of those stylish chairs that looks like an egg and this is where I passed out. 

          Eventually, the strangeness of my seated position awoke me and I also realized how cold the room was due to the rain. It was sometime in the middle of the night so I got up and shuffled to the futon where I noted Ray was still enthralled in the blanket, so I plopped down on the left side of the futon and tried to curl myself up to keep warm. I eventually dosed off until I heard it, "Rustle, Rustle, Rustle." At first, I figured I was dreaming it so I thought nothing of it but then moments later, "Rustle, Rustle, Rustle." I awoke and listened but all I could hear was the rain howling outside so I closed my eyes again, but then "Rustle, Rustle, Rustle." Damn it! That was not a dream, that was real life, so I opened my eyes and decided to discover where this sound was coming from and then I heard it again, "Rustle, Rustle, Rustle." Hold Up! It was coming from behind but only Ray was behind me so I rolled my head over and looked and to my surprise, Britt was now in between, Ray and I, but what gave me pause was that she was cuddled up under the small blanket with Ray. So if you can imagine, I was the "little spoon" for Britt, who was the little spoon for Ray. So then the thought dawned on me, "Oh shit, it's coming from them two," so I quickly turned my head around to see if I would hear the sound again, "Rustle, Rustle, Rustle." "Aww Hell Naw! They Doing What???" My best friend, is with my girl, about to hookup literally on my head! FUCK THAT! It's too many "my"s in that statement, so I got up from the futon to "use the bathroom" and honestly I was kind of mad, because I was COLD. So after using the bathroom, I was about to return to the room when I peered out the corner and that's when I saw Britt's leg raise over so Ray could roll over on top of her..."I KNEW IT!" I started LAUGHING but I had to conceal it! Ray is my man's so that's Ray, but I didn't know Britt had it in her, apparently she was going to get hers by ANY means necessary! The irony of the situation struck me as the whole night I had been trying to find a girl for Ray and there he was literally on top of mine so after realizing this, I had to bite my lip hard to prevent from exploding in laughter. I realized that Ray is one of the few guys that this could happen with and I would be jovial about so I decided to give them time. I looked at my phone and decided to give them 20 minutes because if you're on top of a girl for 20 minutes and nothing happens, then nothing is going to happen. Besides at this point I was FREEZING, because the bathroom window was wide open and I was only wearing my undershirt that was wet from the night at ricks.

Note Ray in the background PLOTTING!!!

Left:"One Sip" Right: Her Big

          So as I watched the two, I grew giddy with excitement as I was silently cheering them on. I'm taller than Ray and Britt is my height or an inch taller so it was erotic to watch her long legs flail in the air and I realized that the futon wasn't the prime location but what could they do. I pulled out my phone like "I gotta tell someone!" as I had been BBMing with Stev the night before but I recalled that he was at Penn Relays so I figured they had a late night and didn't want to wake him at 7 in the morning so as I scrolled through my phone, Adriana's name popped up first in the "A's" so I shot her a text saying, "Your big and my best friend are DEF hooking up right now." She quickly responded and naturally didn't believe me, it was "one sip Adriana" what are you gonna do? So I watched and counted down the 20 minutes and when I couldn't take the cold anymore I walked up and laid back on the futon saying "What's up guys, don't mind me." Britt looked over at me and had no expression on her face before turning back to Ray. Ray on the other hand had this HILARIOUS grin on his face like he had just been caught with EVERYTHING in the cookie jar, so I started laughing as I watched him mouth "condom," so I turned left and went into the girl's room and asked her for a condom. She asked for what and I explained so she reached into a "Sex drawer???"  by her bed that she was ADAMANT I couldn't look into, and fished out the condom. I tossed it at Ray and returned to the girl's room to await for the end of the tryst. Moments later, the girl calls out to Britt and they have a short convo before we all hear a loud SHRIEK from Britt..."Where's Mike!" I was DONE, on the floor DYING, it was so hilarious. Apparently, she thought that I was Ray and he was me. Britt eventually comes into the room and I return to Ray to recap and he tells me that they didn't have sex but that she had wanted it! However, he didn't have a condom so he was having that debate when I had walked up to the futon from the bathroom so according to him he was glad I had but the rest of the time was spent laughing. With everyone now awake, the girls rushed to breakfast and I wanted Britt to hug it out with Ray but she was hesitant...hmm. So on the ride home, the conversation was about if Britt REALLY knew that Ray wasn't I because Ray and I look nothing alike and have never been confused for each other. Plus I walked up from the bathroom and looked her dead in the eyes and even said something to her. It was dark, but at least I know I DON'T sound like Ray so on a percentage scale, I gave her 80% that she didn't know and 20% that she did and had to get hers. Ray started off at a 98% but then when I presented my argument he eventually made it down to an 85%. To be fair, I gave her the benefit of the doubt and wasn't mad at the situation at all but we all know that 2011 has thought me a thing or two about trusting the opposite sex, so I was firm at 80%. However a more important question arose out of this conversation. What happens when you wake up to someone you don't know or recognize and you two are engaged in coitus. Would you react the same way always or does it depend upon if they are PUTTING IT DOWN?!?!

Excuse Me Sir but....You Can Eat A Dick!

          Do you recall from high school that individual or a group of individuals which you never saw eye to eye on. Well I'd be lying if I didn't add that this was most of my high school peers, hell my best friend Ray and I hated each other when we first met however, one guy I VEHEMENTLY detested was Donnie. The problem was that Donnie was the MAN is high school because he was the star basketball player at our school who could jump out of the gym, and get the newspaper articles and all the accolades and devotion. He and Ray grew up together (and we're one time best friends) and Donnie was an average player at their first high school because a black guy in the hood who can dunk is not that hard to find. However, when they arrived at our high school he began to get love and his hype grew and so did his head. This was literally my ONLY problem with the kid, I didn't play basketball at our high school so yea, the younger insecure me would have wanted the hype he had in high school, who wouldn't? However, it is a reach to say that I was EVER jealous of this guy. However Donnie didn't like me, never did. I would walk down the hallway and it just be me and him and I'd say "What up" just to be courteous, and he would look, stare at me and keep walking. At first I was wondering "WTF" however I came to learn from Ray that he believed I was after his girlfriend Allison. In high school, this was NEVER the case, Allison was a smart girl that shared some college prep courses with me so we would study together and in fact she was helping me to get with her friend Maria that I liked at the time. This was the extent of it, however, Donnie was SOO insecure, he went as far as to tell her that she couldn't even speak to any other black guys at our school. I would like to say that she didn't listen. His fakeness was one thing because this is no uncommon with star athletes however his insecurity was puzzling because for someone who regarded himself so highly and  literally thought he was better than other people his insecurity was borderline feminine! (Ask Ray, he has some STORIES!)


          Fast forward to earlier this summer and one rainy Friday night and Ray and I were bored so he sent the word out and apparently there was a planned party by one of our football teammates. I got ready and asked Ray to pick me up because due to the MONSOON, I couldn't ride my bike. Ray pulled in my driveway and when I went to the passenger seat door, Donnie was sitting there so I went to the back and entered the car and Al was there too, he was our good quarterback from high school. We drove to the party and as we pulled up to the first house, everyone was driving away because the party had been moved, so we ran back to the car and drove to the new location. When we arrived, I quickly saw that party was NOT the word for it, it was a gathering of like 30 guys and 3 girls, and it was only 3 because the party had been moved to one of the girl's house as she had decided to do this on the last minute because her parents were out of town. Thus we walked up her driveway with the garage door open and she quickly ushered everyone in so that her neighbors wouldn't see her or something. The girl was decently attractive and apparently Al had met her before so he went to introduce himself and she didn't remember him so he couldn't believe she couldn't remember him, so Ray hopped onto this and said, "Do you remember me too?" The girl was confused because she felt embarrassed about forgetting so many people so she cautiously replied, "No" and so Ray shot back with "What, you don't watch TV?" and the entire garage explodes in laughter. That's the type of dude that Ray is, he has forgotten more game than most dudes have. Shortly after, our penis fest made it's way into the house and down the basement for the foamy, keg beer and some beer pong and the like. 


          The first thing that was immediately apparent was that life after high school, had been ROUGH to some of our classmates. I'm talking overweight, missing teeth, patchy beards, NAME IT, me and Ray were left just shaking our heads. I look at Ray and say, "Bruh! At this rate I'm not showing up to high school reunion because somebody might cry!" It was truly sad, where the only people that resembled their high school selves were Ray, Donnie, the 3 girls, maybe 2 guys and I. The group couldn't get more girls at the house so we eventually began playing flip cup and beer pong. Ray and I paired up and after a fast start we blew a HUGE lead to Donnie and the host girl. After this, Ray received a text from his cousin who needed a ride so he left. I wanted to talk to a girl but 2 of the girls had boyfriends and Donnie and the host were flirting so I headed upstairs and in the garage I found people in a circle. According to True Blood, people huddle around a circle are either conducting a seance, being attacked by werewolves, vampires, pixies, shifters, etc or they are smoking weed. It was weed so I said "Why Not" and took a couple hits. Shortly after, the affects began to settle in so I made my way back to the house to sit in the living room with myself. When I'm high, I get REALLY horny or REALLY hungry but because there were no girls, I pulled out my phone to text Ray that I needed some food. He replied that he would soon be back with his cousin so i simply sat down alone with my back to the entire scene to listen to the music and all that was occurring behind me. Shortly after, a commotion erupted that had the host of the house SCREAMING. Apparently some guy had went upstairs, which had been blocked off by chairs, and pissed all over the rug, threw shit around, threw hair brushes and accessories in the toilet, even threw the waste basket in the toilet and pissed on everything. I have to ask, is that a white people thing? What is the appeal of going to someone's house and trashing it just for "shits and giggles?" Unless someone has done that to you, you shouldn't trash other people's property if you wouldn't want that done to your mother's house. I don't know, maybe I was raised different. So naturally, the host girl was upset and so a "search party" was organized to discover who committed the crime. I was high already so I needed to reason to laugh but this farce was entirely comical because it was bluntly obvious that one of the "investigators" had committed the crime. You could just hear it in his tone. However I was glad we were out in Livonia and not Detroit because, bullets would have been flying for that shit. 


          Shortly after, Donnie returned from the basement and began to comfort the girl and start hitting on her. Remember, I had not moved in like an hour so I simply heard everything that had been going on, so if I nodded my head backwards I would have hit Donnie and the girl because this is how close they stood behind the couch. From what I could hear, he was very aggressive and this works excellently on certain females but others you have to pull back with. Donnie wasn't catching this hint so of course I found this funny. On a couple occasions, she came to face me and check up on me because she was trying to be a good host so I simply asked her, "Does that work for you? A guy trying to take you home when you're CLEARLY already home?" She laughed and said that she'd been hurt before so with her a guy had to put in 8 months worth of work. Someone had told her that I went to Michigan so she started talking to me about that because she was going to cosmetology school out in Ann Arbor. I then realized I could have EASILY got her number just to spite Donnie  but then I didn't want to be childish and she was cute but NOT "8 months." Shortly after, Ray and his cousin returned and so our band leaves for the car, because Ray's cousin had somewhere to be, Al wanted to return home and Donnie wanted a ride to his car so he could return to the party. However, Ray had promised to take me to Coney Island and so began to drive there when I received urgent questions like, "Did you call ahead first?" from Donnie. I was like "Why would I call ahead first, I didn't plan on catching the munchies?" However, to not hold anyone up, I told Ray to simply turn into Taco Bell so I could order quickly. No one else had indicated they wanted food, so it was a surprise when Al tapped me and asked to place an order. Something had been wrong with the intercom because they couldn't clearly hear me and I found the entire thing funny because I was high, so I think I even ordered some fries and so the attendant is irritated because I asked to start the whole order again now that Al wanted food. Thus someone from the car asks, "Is there someone else we can talk to?" And this sets them off because a deep voice woman, who is CLEARLY a "Shaniqua" starts talking to us with an ATTITUDE. I was DYING laughing. A recent study showed that Taco Bell's meat contains ONLY 30% actual beef, so I was NOT trying to have my food diluted with saliva and urine. So in the midst of all of this, Donnie now wanted some food but this is how he ordered it, he turned sideways from the passenger seat and looked at me out of the corner of his eye, and barked, "Throw that shit on there!" 


          I looked away from the Taco Bell menu and wondered, "Who the fuck is this dude talking to?" I was high, but his tone was VERY unfriendly, so I looked at him and said, "YOU CAN EAT A DICK!" before I returned to my laughter at "Shaniqua." However, as if he gagged on my words, the car fell silent for about 10 seconds before Ray exploded in laughter, and Al started going "Ohh!" So Donnie realizing he'd been disrespected started mumbling various things but he won't speak up like a little bitch so I tell him, "Anytime, anywhere!" before I returned to trying to place this order with "Shaniqua." However, I soon realized that we'd been in the drive through for about 25 minutes so fuck saliva, razor blades were going to end up in our food, so I told Ray, "Pull off, man pull off!"The next morning I was recounting with Ray and he told me, "I don't think Donnie realizes how strong you are." I was high as shit but I was serious as a heart attack, even Ray's cousin who has no reason to side with me said that, Donnie's tone was out of place, so if me and Donnie ever fight, he's going to have to kill me to win because I got 5 years of "ass whopping" waiting for him! I realized in that night that he said more words to me over a game of beer pong than in 5 whole years of knowing each other. From my perspective, define fake. He never tried to know me so his only claim to fame was that he was the "big bad athlete," however that was high school. I'm fresh from Michigan where there are BALLERS both on and off the field, Braylon(Ask me about the first time I met Braylon...Hilarious), Graham, Hart, Tisch, Justin, Zaragon, ETC. I've never seen Donnie on TV, never seen him shut down the club or bar, in Miami, on the yacht, with a Bently, name it! However I'm supposed to get on my knees because he dunked a ball once in high school...GTFOH! And for anyone that thinks I'm talking shit or hiding behind the internet, "DONNIE you know where I be at, ANYTIME, ANYPLACE!" In recapping with Ray, the moral of the story is you don't have to like me but you WILL respect me! I think that is one of the biggest differences between me now and in high school, I can stand up for myself, by myself against whoever and I'm proud of that. Quick side note, right after I was done with "her" I found out that she was messing with Donnie and I DIED laughing! Ray expected me to be upset but it was just comical because when I met her she said he was too fake, too this, too that, and that she could never mess with him because he had tried her in high school. Physically there's nothing wrong with Donnie, it's his personality that turns people off so the humor was that in my opinion this dude hadn't changed so what changed for her??? And don't get me wrong, I wasn't the slightest bitter or have any qualms about who she associates with, it's just all this happened EARLY in the summer but I'm clearly months behind in these posts so I have to backtrack a bit. Shit I even ran into Donnie a few times over the summer time and the last time I was talking him UP to this cute girl from Canada who refereed to him as "Don" and was convinced he was the "Sweetest guy ever!" (her words, it was entirely HILARIOUS). So in closing, if you ever find yourself with the need to respond to a discouraging remark, look at your opponent dead in the eye, puff your chest out and exclaim assertively, "Excuse me sir, but Michael O told me to tell you, EAT A DICK!"

One Cold, Wet, Miserable Night in Cass/Craig(actually just realized their names both start with "c")

          Spent the wet and miserable night with Cass and Craig and WOW! She is really lighting up with this whole first BF jazz but I'm loving it. I told him out of all of the "volleyball guys" of hers that we've met, he seems the most interesting and (straight for that matter), but if first impressions are anything he seems like a really cool dude. I would like to say that he is like 4'11", Mexican, hates granola, and is a terrible setter but that would mean Cass has stopped using her "shopping list" of traits when choosing a mate. However he is volleyball tall and appears to have had many an affair with a Spalding or Wilson or even a Tachikara however he seemed liked a dude you could actually hang out with when the last ball is spiked. We discussed some of my novel Galfing: A Young Man's Guide" and Cass is vehemently opposed to him reading it which I find hilarious. She doesn't wanna come off as "dumb" and this is a valid point but as I explained it's not a biography on her life. The stories inspired from her are hilarious references for storytelling purposes so personally having watched Cass go from a twinkly eyed virgin, to seriously liking her first boy, to now having her first boyfriend, I can say she has grown ALOT so if I were to ever write "Galfing 2: The Return Of Jaffar" (1502 inside joke) then naturally she and all of us would be more mature.


          I brought over a bottle of Moscato and we  sat around in their SUB ZERO AC and laughed and told stories. Craig really wanted to know about some points of "Galfing" and like I tend to do I brought up the "Nice Guy vs. Nice Person" debate. You DON'T want to be the "nice guy" but when you say that people who don't understand the concept RUN for hills and start debating. I know these things because I used to be that "nice guy" and in not wanting to take too much away from the book I'll illustrate with an example from a month ago. I met a girl at dollar beer night at this bar near where I live. She was in this white dress and stilletos and she had a PHAT ASS (I'm an ass man). Sensually, we danced the night away and when I saw the sign, I leaned in to kiss her and she FREAKED and turned away. That threw me off, but I calmy waited for about 30 seconds then leaned in to kiss her again and again, she turned away. I was thinking "WTF" because she was tense, biting her lips, etc, according to the signs, she WANTED to be kissed. Reassured by this, I remained calm and told her "I'm not going anywhere" and by the third time I leaned in to kiss her, she literally threw her hands up and "gave up" this internal struggle of hers and kissed me. The moral is the "nice Michael" couldn't have accomplished that because the fear of rejection would have been to great to overcome, thus galfers are NOT "nice guys." See I want you to be a nice person because their is nothing wrong with that but being that "nice guy" or "nice girl" more than likely WON'T get you the person you desire and this is the whole spirit of "Galfing." Galfers DON'T settle! Cass' first point was some skewed, Darwinian natural selection argument that boiled down to "if a boy is lame and girl is lame, then they need to be lame together" and I found this amusing and so did Craig. Cass' additional was that she didn't want people learning my "little tricks and playing games." I laughed and understood her point again but here is the flaw. OF COURSE no one desires someone playing games with their emotions, but that's not what "Galfing" is about. Consider this, when a guy meets a girl and they flirt and laugh and tease, etc are they conducting research? NO! They're "playing" to see if they like each other so they should never be game players but they are playing a game (Paradoxical No?). Consider this other point, I once stated "I would NEVER pay for sex!" but then a certain girl suggested, when you meet a girl and take her out and spend money on her, that money doesn't "magically" return to your bank account. So in a way, you're still paying for sex because why take a girl out if you don't intend to sleep with her? Whether your intent is for one night or for her to birth your children, you still want to sleep with her if you date her and so abstractly, you're paying for sex. It's all about perception and when you truly consider it, life offers many paradoxes like this. Thus those who better master the rules of the game that is "Boy meets girl" have the best chance of ending up with the person they wanted.


          Craig also offered another important inquiry, "When does "Galfing" end?" I had never been asked this, so I pondered it and replied, "It doesn't!" His question was born out of genuine curiosity but it comes out of a lack of understanding, thinking that "Galfing" is a game for tricking people, when instead "Galfing" is a lifestyle. Consider one of the earlier rules of "Galfing" "You Must Become More Self Confident"(This is EXACTLY how I wrote it in the book). Confidence is great when "boy meets girl" but it is equally as great in real life. If you're more confident, you're going to get that job interview, you're going to ace that test, you're going to set your goals and achieve them, etc. How is this a bad thing? So in returning to "boy meets girl" and answering Craigs question, "Galfing" should never "end." Everyone knows that there is there is that "honeymoon period" when you first meet someone where you SWEAR they are God's gift to everything (If you don't know then you are either a virgin or HIGHLY socially inexperienced). That's why they say that you really DON'T know someone till after months of being with them because this is when they are  they're their true self and not solely trying to impress you. However, when that honeymoon period ends is a critical time because many couples fall into complacency and this KILLS relationships. I'll illustrate with marriage because people still view this as the epitome of love that we should all strive for. Why would you want to be in a Multi-year marriage where you don't laugh, kiss, fuck, tease, flirt, etc like you did when your relationship was new? NO ONE does and this is a contributing factor to why the country's divorce rate are about to dip below 50%. The honeymoon ends and sadly many couples realize "Oh shit! I CANNOT bang with motherfucker anymore!" Thus whether you want someone for one night, one year or 80, you MUST strive to treat them like the first time you met them, lest you like being in a loveless relationship. So Craig, this is what "Galfing" is about and you would do well to remember it.


          In closing, that girl in the white dress turned out to be a volleyball player for some school in Arkansas. She told me the night we met, but I was GONE so I went home and passed out. The next morning I had something like 5 missed texts and calls from her. Thus hungover I returned her call and she kept apologizing profusely. I was confused so I asked, "Did something happen?" Her: "I'm just so SOO sorry, I'm not usually like that!" Me: "What are you talking about what are you sorry for?" Her: "You know, for what we did not the dance floor, I'm NOT usually like that!" Me(really confused): "We kissed on the dance floor..." Her: "Yea, I'm not usually like that, I don't want you to think I'm a whore!" I EXPLODED in laughter like this girl cannot be serious, this is what she is apologizing for? Thus I returned "It's fine, I don't think you're a whore, if we fucked on the dance floor, then that's open for debate!" Thus during our ensuing conversations and texts is when she reminded me of the volleyball thing. I was like "Oh cool, I know some volleyball people." But it was when she added that her club team in Michigan was "M Juniors," that I was given pause. So you know my next question right? "Do you know Cassie???" Hilarious!...............Meeting Craig and talking with a few people, there is REALLY a desire from people not in 1502 to read "Galfing: A Young Man's Guide." Craig, Adriana, etc, and honestly I don't mind but I may have stumbled onto something. Do you realize how Google Plus and Facebook grew their initial buzz? They made their service exclusive to a select group of people and grew demand thus when they finally opened up, EVERYONE wanted to get in (This is what Facebook did, Google is still on the select stage). Think about it, the coolest thing about Rick's is the neon sign. However, when you see that line around the corner and down the street, you HAVE to be in there. Thus I may have to limit the people I send "Galfing" to and make them want it like crack!

"Craig & Cassie sitting in a Honda, getting a lil frisky they do they Jane Fonda..."