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I just now read the post, that is nasty! lol But I suppose you didn't know until after. Am I right?
Didnt know until later...yepp....and the memory still haunts me...ughh...But since then it has been much better...Drive a big ford, and joining the fire dept helps everything there....
lol, STINKIN FIREMEN!! You guy's get all the hot chicks. Most of them dont like me cause they either "just dont like cops" or I pulled them over at some point and time<----(kinda what you call a "SHOW STOPPER", lol).
I was sixteen... just got my license, and was driving my dad's '76 Lincoln Town Car. She was a year older, blonde, a bit giggly for my taste, with a penchant for listening to those crappy pop songs of the '80's. Not quite what you'd picture for a cowboy hat-wearing, country music-listening, F250 driving country boy. We met at a football game (probably the only one I went to that year), and afterwards she needed a ride home. A mutual friend of ours told her that I was heading that way, so she asked me. We left the parking lot, and on the way, that mutual friend told me about a party that we could go to. She was agreeable, so we did. Had a few beers, then she had to go home, so off we go. At her doorstep (yes, I did walk her to the door), she asked for my phone number, and gave me a kiss. I was'nt terribly impressed, as it was just a quick peck. But, she called me the next day, we went out that night, and then I was very impressed...