Met my Match.

Heeeey guys! Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Been busy pickin' up new broads and such. You know how it is.

Any-who, the other day I was at Buck's drinkin' and what-not when I saw this good-lookin' chick hangin' with Byron what's his face. When I like somethin' I gotta have it, you know me. So I walk over there and put on my best tough face but I can tell she sees right through it and it scares the shit outta me.

"Hey baby, why don't 'cha come hang with real men and we'll show ya a good time, I whispered to her."



"Sorry, bub, I got all the fun I need right here, and I don't need you and your greasy ass to have a good time, I know all about you, I ain't stupid, okay, she snapped."

Damn, she sure was good-lookin'. She had long wavy brown hair halfway past her shoulders. Her eyes were this hazel-green color. It was a weird color, well actually unique. I had never seen anyone so right.

"Well you sure are stupid if ya don't give me a chance, c'mon, sweetie, just come for a ride, I asked slyly."
Secretly I wondered if Angela was behind this. She looked like the kind of girl she'd hang around with. Maybe she'd warned her to piss me off. God knows what goes on in that sister of mine's head. She rejected my offer again with a few choice words of her own, and someone called her over. Her name was Olivia. Eventually I walked away. But no chance in hell was I giving up just yet. I like a good challenge and the games had just begun.