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Excerpt from "REJECTED!" Chapter (Click Here for Printer Version) I hit a happy hour at a popular bar named Duffy’s five years ago, where I met a very pretty blonde with swollen breasts that were trying their best to bust out of her shirt. They were so taut it looked like they were being levitated. I suspected they were fake, which is usually a huge turnoff to me, but it had been a long time between women and I was very thirsty. She was in her early thirties and quite pretty. We hung out for nearly two hours; it was very touchy-feely. She excused herself a few times to make a phone call. She didn’t have a cell and neither did I at the time, so she had to keep roaming around to find one she could borrow. Guys were all too happy to let Miss Big Breasts use their cells, no questions asked. She returned from making her last call and invited me to join her and some friends downtown at a very fancy restaurant, the name of which I can no longer remember. I didn’t really want to go all the way downtown, but she gave me a kiss on the cheek and I was sold. I paid the rather pricy cab fare and we headed into the restaurant’s bar area, whereupon she promptly introduced me to the first person who greeted us . . . her boyfriend. I was pissed; this chick was just stroking her ego at my expense. I hung out with the group for a while and chatted. The bar was separate from the dining area—one of those very fancy places where people go for dinner after going to the theater, often not arriving until after eleven. The restaurant served food in the bar area. My hosts insisted that I eat, which I didn’t want to do because it was extremely expensive and I was seething—Miss Big Breasts was groping her boyfriend a mere five feet from me. I ordered a few appetizers and some drinks; it was eight dollars just for a crappy beer. I spent a lot more than that, though; no crappy beer was going to help sooth my ego. I racked up two hundred dollars on their tab and left. I’ve never done anything like that before or since, but I was really perturbed. Also, I didn’t have a credit card with me and was toting only forty dollars in cash. I figured, let doctor-to-be boyfriend pay for it. If he didn’t have the money, the girl could return one of her breasts to get some cash.
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