I suppose this should have some background so that this story makes any sense, I’m 6’2” brown hair, brown eyes, with broad muscular shoulders. I’m in pretty good shape, not as good shape as I would like, but I’m constantly working on it. I’m kind of the shy person when comes to girls, I can be confident, its just that once I get to a certain point, I’m not quite sure if its okay for me to keep going, so generally in any relationship that I’m in, the girl is usually the first to start anything.
Anyway, my friends and I took out my friend John for his birthday, and of course since he had a girlfriend, she came along too. We had spent most of the night clubbing, and basically getting a little shitfaced, when my friend Dan had the brilliant idea of getting some NON-alcoholic drinks to try and sober us up.
And finally we found a grocery store after making various stops to get pizza and do other various businesses.
“Aw shit!” I said. “I tried to warn you…” said my best friend John, “sorry about that, well at least it matches the other tomato stain on the other side of your shirt.” As he leaned into the canned foods section grinning.
He smiled as he had said it, but I didn’t care, it was one of my favorite shirts and I had just made
another
stain on it, so I started to pout just
ever so slightly.
“Its ok, I’m just pissed cause I like this shirt so much!”
John’s girlfriend, Kelly, then said “Its ok, we’ll just get some club soda and get that stain right out. Come on.” She said as she grabbed my hand and led me away from the rest of my friends.