Nothing Like A West-Coke Party
January 11th, 2012
Thirty minutes before we’re supposed to meet he tells me his car broke down, so I go and pick him up. Once he gets in, he tells me he can’t take me out to dinner because he needed his cash to fix his car–but that we can eat for free at a barbecue at his friend’s house. Fine by me, but we get there, and it turns out his “friend” is a big-time coke dealer, doesn’t like my date, and especially didn’t like him bringing new people to his “coke party.” The best part was when he called my date a “dip weasel” and invited me back–alone–for a few beers and poker.
Good. He deserved it. I think he made up that whole lie to get you to pick him up because he doesn’t own a car and is broke and spends all his money on drugs. Hope he felt rejected.