Sunday, May 31, 2009

Dating Chronicles: How shemales helped me pick up a girl in New Orleans?

Dating Chronicles: When shemales helped me pick up a girl..
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I was a mess... on my first trip for my new job to New Orleans. First time I have really been out of Canada and am scared shitless. I am with this guy I will call bob because I don't use real people's names..

Now I know you will say African American but she said she wasn't African which isn't technically true if you ask 50% of us. Those who believe in evolution and know that we all kind of came from Africa and the evolution of what we would term race is just those traits that gave us an advantage in those different climates. Genetically speaking we are all generally the same,

She was an amazing woman.. hard though.. and I was not enough man for her...

Bob and I went out to watch the Suns - Mavs game in the playoffs. On Burbon Street which is rather dirty there are two sections, the gay and straight. We picked the place in the middle. Bob is this well dressed good looking Asian fellow. If you were gay you would love him, if he was gay that is... I am this slightly overweight 6'4 230 with short hair. I got these long blue basketball shorts, this bright  yellow brazil football jersey. I look like your basic loser.

Now they don't show the shemale bars in the commercials but there are real live shims, chicks with dicks.. more about that later..

So Bob being the friendliest mofo I ever met, a regular Mr. Fuckin Rogers befriends a 4 some of 1 guy who speaks a strange dialect of English.. some southern drawl that sounds worse than newfanese.. I have no idea what he is saying...and 3 girls..

There was this very odd white girl.. she just sort blurted out things.. terrets.. out of the blue the oddest craziest shit... sorry for the white black classification.. but that is the first thing we see when we see people isn't it.. the color of the skin.. it is hard not to.. they were all American, 3 were black and one was white, and then we see them as people.. then we get to know them.. because of how we are trained to think.. in our movies, our books, we create genres about people... you are black before you are a woman, you are chinese before you are a man. Before we define a person, we define their race, make assumptions.. media driven stereotypes creep in.. and maybe that is why we can never get past it...

I remember being on a plan and this really nice muslim doctor was sitting next to me. She was on her way home from Chicago flying through vegas. I took a gravol and passout on the window.. when I woke up she is doing that muslim prayer they do.. you will when you go to Dubai and the Taxi says hold on I got to go pray... And so I am groggy, not really awake and I look over.. first thought that goes through my mind was..

Oh fuck I am going to die!!!

It surprised me...but it understandable... TV, movies, news makes it hard to trust Arab people... we pretend it doesn't but it does.. nobody wants to say it.. it is not racist, it is programming.. just like Arab people don't hate Americans naturally, their propaganda has brainwashed them too.. ours is just more subtle... done through movies, TV, fear, religion.. We learned from Hitler than given the right information, the right inputs, you could get a nation of people to commit horrid acts... we are brainwashed and controlled and your idiot if you don't see that... it is why facebook is so important.. we must seek to dispell these myths through just getting to know people..

Where was I...

TJ was this tall, beautiful black woman, she has this huge hair in those little braids, glasses and this sexy ass body.. and she was smart, a teacher... she knew shit and she knew it faster than me.. truth was she was way out of my league but she liked fuddly guys...

Now Bob is paying for things on the company credit card, I am ordering rounds of drinks... hot girl is into me... I am into her.. You know how most guys would order something safe if they were going to offer a girl a drink.. I am the type whose idea of a pick up is getting two tequilas and saying lets do shots. I want a girl who will spice it up.. The girls I meet in Edmonton are boring.. sorry ladies.. but it is so nice when a girl isn't afraid to be bossy. A girl who will tell you exactly how to treat them. What.. you expect us to know, we can barely figure us out... let alone you...sorry.. cause girls confuse me...

Where was I? So I am the type of guy to take things to a whole new level.. a place where nature and nuture get muddy..the whole trannie, shemale, shim, chiks with dicks thing.. it is quite disconcerting to us men the whole tranny thing.. A tranny features the 3 things we value most in this world. Tits, ass, and penis. Call me what you want and if facebook censors this go to Gebalove.com for my more controversial posts...but if we hat tits and a hotass what the hell would you need a girl for.. you could just jerk off to yourself... What.. like you need us anymore... since you discovered the butterfly you don't really need us anymore... if you don't know what that means.. ask your mom..lol

They say you have to push the limits.. watch facebook ban me.. it will be on gebalove.com....

So we go to this tranny bar which is a whole in the ground... I pull out my creditcard and order Tequila for everyone.. she brings the tequila and my card bounces in front of this girl.. I like grab my buddy and say pay for this... then we get kicked out because we weren't tipping the dancers..

After a few more stops we end up back at there place. Bob leaves and me and TJ are on the couch. I try to kiss her but she is giving me the cheek.. then she falls asleep on me and man I have the worst headache.. but there is a hot girl asleep on me, you never move a hot girl sleeping on you.. you are too amazed.. there is a hot girl on you.. that is not right..

Honestly you don't even pinch yourself because a hot girl sleeping on you is still a good dream..
so I sat there and tickled her face for 2 hours as she slept.. then her other friend came home and I carried TJ to bed... and as I pulled away she kissed me, this warm deep, wonderful kiss.. one of those moments.. you remember for life as perfect...

In this one little spot, in this one little world I got to walk home, through the streets of burbon holding that kiss on my lips and in my heart....

Did you puke leanne?

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