Saturday, January 5, 2008

Why I Don't Like Skinny Girls

I was discussing an event that happened to me a few years ago with a friend, and had what some might refer to as an epiphany.  I’m an inquisitive person by nature, and sometimes I try to figure out my own psychology.  I think I’ve determined the point in my life when I started hooking up with fat chicks, and more importantly, why.

A lot of psychological nuances stem from one traumatic life event. A lot of people dislike tequila for example because they may have had one bad night which ended in vomiting.  From that point forward they can’t stand even the smell of it.  My traumatic event was a skinny chick I hooked up with.  She was probably about 90 pounds.  I got drunk at a party at her place one night and ended up in bed with her.

She gave me a hand job that at the time didn’t seem so bad. She had a pretty tight grip on the situation if you know what I mean, but I was so drunk it didn’t really bother me that much.  The next morning I got up and went to the bathroom and when I looked down I was in shock.  This chick had worked me so rough that my dick was red and raw, resembling rug burn.  It was painful, much more painful than the night before, and I wondered to myself how I could have let her do that to me.  What the fuck was I thinking, or not thinking the night before?  Could I really have not noticed that she was rubbing my shit like she was trying to start a campfire?  Apparently so.

After that night the girl became known as “Indian burn” which really pissed her off.  One of my friends suggested that maybe she was trying to send smoke signals to someone else.  Whatever the case, it fucking hurt, and I think that’s what developed my aversion to skinny girls.

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