Whenever I start feeling a little good about myself the giant hand of patheticism smacks me back down to Earth. I’ve told many people this but I’m not sure if I wrote about it here or not but a few years back I had a girl at a bar ask me to come home with her. She was hot and I was drunk and horny so of course I said yes. We went outside and I was to follow her to her place. I followed the wrong car… Pathetic.
I bring this up because last night I was smote (really, smited is not a word? thanks spell check) again. I was hanging out at bar with some people, one of which was a girl I had just met. She was hot enough for the amount of alcohol I had in me and her friend (who I did know) was all ‘thumbs up’ on the two of us getting together. Things were going well and then a friend of hers showed up. After a few minutes of her talking to him and ignoring me the two of them start making out at the bar. That, in it of itself, is no biggie. What I failed to mention is the dude was in a wheel chair. I got cocked block by a guy who potentially has no ability to function below the belt! I got my tab and went home… Pathetic.
Before you leave a comment saying that just because someone is in a wheel chair does not make them any less hook-up-worthy than someone with fully capable legs, I know. It’s just amuses me. Get over it and yourself.