Hey readers... remember this post back from June 2003?
I finally feel comfortable enough after five years to send it to the President of "The Studio". I emailed it to him this morning.
And it felt good.
Double Zinger
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Last night I was in Hollywood with some friends and there was this guy at the restaurant that I knew... it took about 20 minutes to place him, but then I realized that it was somebody I dated about 15 or so years ago. I remember that he had a very high opinion of himself. He obviously recognized me because he kept looking over at me with a quizzical look, but it was clear to see he couldn't remember from where. I was dressed to impress in black skinny jeans, strappy high heels, a low-cut black tank and a tissue-thin wrap, with my favorite silver handcuff necklace and big silver hoop earrings. If I say so myself, I looked hot.Fifteen years ago, this guy broke up with me over the phone, because (quote), "You're too rough around the edges. You don't fit the image of the girl I think I should be with. I mean, you drive a Volkswagen, for Chrissakes."
Whereas I hesitated for just a moment, and then said, "Well gee, Tony, that's too bad... Because I give great head." and then I hung up.
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Skip ahead to last night. As I was leaving, I walked up to him -- he was in a big group of about 10 guys. "Hey Tony, how've you been?"
Tony: "I knew I knew you. Did we fuck?"
Me: "Classy, as always. No, we didn't..." then I leaned in and said, "You know, I still have that green
Volkswagen."I waited until it dawned on him by the look on his face that he remembered me. Then I ran my tongue over my bottom lip very deliberately, smiled, and walked away.
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