I played hooky from work today and I wanted to have a little fun, so I posted an ad. I received quite a few responses and throughout the morning and afternoon, I weeded through all the e-mails and replied to the ones I was interested in.
Chicken Shit was one of those.
He and I exchanged about two dozen e-mails and pictures and I gave him my address. When he got here (after calling to say he was going to be late), we talked for a few minutes and moved things into the bedroom.
We were making out and undressing each other and I told him to sit on the bed so I could give him a blow job. It didn’t take him long to come (and I was fine with that, because I knew it meant more staying power later). He wanted a smoke, so I told him he had to go downstairs (no one smokes in my apartment). He said he’d be back up in a few minutes… and that’s the last I saw of him.
Cocksucking motherfucking douchebag.
All he had to say is “all I want is a blow job”… but NOOOOOO. All his e-mails talked about how we were going to be going at it all afternoon and night.
Cockstain.
I swear. These things can only happen to me. Oh well… it’s on to one of the backups. 
I still can’t believe this. What a motherfucking douche. If he just wanted a blow job, say so. It’s not like you were on a date. Christ.
[...] 15, 2008 by Lauren I was (rightfully) pissed after the shit Chicken Shit pulled on me yesterday… but right now all I can say is thank God he didn’t come back [...]