Okay, so Tony texts me within the hour talking about what I was doing for the rest of the night. I let him know, I am spending it with my sisters. So he calls the next day asking what I was doing. I know I originally said I would've given him the choni's but by now, I'm thinking... How much did I drink again? Did someone slip a Mickey into my Heineken? He began sounding like a bitch. Ewww. So, I don't actually accept his invite for dinner till 2 weeks later after alot of texting, and talking on the phone. Where does this man take me for dinner?? Kemo'o Pub, right across the highway from Schofield Barracks. What is it? A biker/military bar. Why? Because it's close to his house... Crafty son of a biscuit!!! During dinner, which was, wings, garlic fries, he had a burger, and I forget, conversation was absolute doodoo!! Can we say CRAP!! So I'm texting hamo yoyo, I shouldn't be long, I'm just gonna get rid of this clown. For crying out loud dude, we are not in our early 20's.. Your lines shouldn't come from old Jodeci records, and be tacky at that. So, dinner is done, I'm ready to steal someone's motorcycle and get the hell out of Dodge. While walking to his car, I get a swift.. CRRRRAAACKK!! Did this fool just slap me on the ass? Whips me around, and kisses me, lifting my right leg. That's a strong boy!! lol
Anyway, to make a long story short, he learned the hard way that you do not call out a tita that was raised by mafi's. You end up tapping out, and walking away from bed with the sheets stuck in the crack of your ass..
I've had to let dear old Tony go, as he was becoming a needy kind of person. I don't like ultimatums, and will certainly never ever pick dick over my sisters.. Thus the first date in Hawaii turned out interesting. More so, it became a BRIGHT IDEA!!!
Tune in to our next blog which will cover the cultural aspect of moving home to dear old mom and dad..
Muah,
Miss Kitty Boots
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