The Jerk

So last night I decided to hang out at the yacht club for a while, as I do a few times a week. It was a gorgeous night, warm and sunny, so I stayed outside at sat at one of the patio tables. There was a board meeting going on inside so none of my regular crones were outside with me. This guy who I see there sometimes introduced himself and struck up a conversation. As we continued to talk, I noticed him growing more and more flirtatious. I tried to remain polite while keeping my distance, but he wouldn't get the hint. He must've asked me three times to go to his boat with him, and I said no, no, and NO. He would not back off. I went inside to the ladies' room and left my cigarettes and lighter on the table. When I came back out, he was gone -- and so were my cigarettes and lighter. Of course I knew he took them; he had been the only person out there besides me, and it was a slimy tactic to try to lure me to his boat. No freakin' way was I going there alone so I went inside, told my girlfriend what happened, and we walked up and down the docks looking for his boat, as I shouted, "Carl, you slimeball, give me back my smokes!" We never did find him, as I suspect he was hiding from two clearly pissed off chicks.

Fucking jerk. I see him there tonight, I'm going to knock him on his ass.

Thanks for listening, I needed to vent.

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PJ
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