This is an actual conversation that I had with a guy at the club. I had previously scoped him out for my friend Eric to find out if he was gay or straight. He was straight but followed me back to my table so I quickly introduced him to a girl that I had befriended at the table next to mine.
Me: It looks like you are having luck at the bar. Are you taking her home with you?
Him: I would rather take you home with me.
Me: I'm celibate.
Him: I'm Rodney.
And that is why I doubt that I will ever meet a Mensa member at the club.
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ROFLMFAO!!
Oh Lord. I have no words for this one. Sooo lame!!
Um, wow. I hope you yelled, "Next!" as loudly as you could, so he'd get the hint.
I don't like going much to bars/clubs...but I have to admit that overhearing conversations like that make my day.
That's too funny.
Of course, Sonny and Cher named their kid Chastity.
Ahhh, Celibate is such a pretty name. ;)
Wow. Lol.. I wonder if he felt like kicking himself after that, but it probably didn't sink in till he got home.
Or perhaps:
Me: I'm celibate.
Him: Oh? Not sure you had to tell me about that, but I think if you use a Loofa sponge you won't have that on your thighs anymore.
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ok, now that's funny!
if you start to listen to a lot of Morrisey and The Smiths, then i might worry a little bit... =:-)
Hysterical. Great story.
Hi Celibate... How are you? What's yer sign? LMAO...
didnt he even asked you wht your name means??
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