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Not a Chance



After a vigorous round of combat aerobics...

She: I think I could take you.
Me: Take me where?
She: You know what I mean. Beat you. In a fight.
Me:


She: No,  I'm serious.
Me:
Sure you could.

She: Stop patronizing me.
Me: You can't even open spaghetti sauce jars.

Being a chess player, I like to think eight moves ahead. And this gambit could only end one of two ways. We square off—WHICH WILL NEVER HAPPEN BECAUSE I WON'T HIT A WOMAN FOR LOVE OR MONEY. Or what actually happened.

Me:


Tied up by my own code.

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_luaineach
May. 4th, 2015 06:10 pm (UTC)
Me: You can't even open spaghetti sauce jars.

This made me laugh. Because painfully true!
pasquin
May. 4th, 2015 06:13 pm (UTC)
Another thing...
First, she'll have to corner me in a room with at least one mirrored wall. Second, blaring techno music...
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