Oh, the dreadful walk of shame, the thought of wearing yesterday’s clothing, and today’s shame! However, let’s get one thing straight! I know I always write based on experience though, this time I thought outside the square and saw a potential killer article on the girls who thrive on taking someone home!
What’s is wrong with this generation and needing to pick-up every time you go out on the weekend? It appears to be a ‘need’. I put some serious thought into this and came to the conclusion that young, horny girls in particular feel it’s necessary to walk out of the club or bar doors arm in arm with their prize for the night. I suppose in the state that they’re in, your vision is not 100%, your thoughts have been corrupted by alcohol and your “friend” is chatting to the sleazy bouncer at the door. Where does that leave you?
So you’ve made the bad decision to leave the club with that guy you’ve played tonsil hockey with on the dance floor and you’ve left your so-called skanky friend to fend for herself! What happens next?
Arrive at your pub rat’s house, now what?
Forget the small talk, he only wants one thing and that isn’t to get to know you because chances are he wont even remember your name! And don’t even think about cuddles, who wants to cuddle a random? You’re there to get down to business!
That was the worst sexual experience ever! Now what?
Well he isn’t very impressive in the places that it counts, shit is awkward now. He definitely needs more practice!
Do you stay ’til the morning or will he pay for a cab to take you home?
I highly doubt at 3:00am or later he will be interested in cuddles or small talk afterwards, once you have sealed the deal, that’s it! It’s all over. So he is somewhat a gentlemen and lets you stay ’til the morning, you get up, put that black, tight, skanky dress back on and yesterday’s undies; you walk out of his bedroom past whoever is home at the time, and venture into the sunlight! Time to go home.
The shame is upon you, you’re wearing yesterday’s clothing and today’s shame! Hopefully you don’t see someone you know, there is nothing worse then being caught in yesterday’s clothing. I guess next time you can actually think about the consequences and how you are going to feel and look (dignity wise).
Think about taking your best friend home, all you have to worry about in the morning is the raccoon look and possibly an afro with a gross sweaty club smell! But hey, if you’re best friends, you won’t mind; there goes an old saying ‘what’s mine is yours’.
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