When I first met him, he was always very prissy and self-righteous and acted super religious all the time. Yet there was always this jerky side of him that kind of canceled out the righteous-ability of that. Several years ago he got a divorce, and he talked trash about his slutty ex to the point that I simply couldn't bring myself to hear another word of it. I'd cheat on him too if I had to look at those greasy chicken-liver lips all day and listen to his whining about himself over and over! She's no prize, but she doesn't whine about him so she gets bonus points in my book.
One day LiverLips came in to get another loan, and somewhere along the way his little mind had a few misfires. He said, out of the blue, "I bet I make two or three times what you do!" I was taken aback, both by the complete absurdity of his statement and the total rudeness of it. Couple that with the fact that nothing about me is any of his business, I simply replied that oh, you never know. He kept pressuring me about what I make, and then said, "What, seven or eight bucks an hour maybe? I make over $20 an hour!" I badly wanted to reply that I've never pawned anything in my life [UNLIKE YOU, SIR] regardless of my income status, but that would be stooping to his level of low functioning social skills so I just smiled at him. Right after that, he offered to teach me carnal activities that he claimed to be very skilled in. But he phrased it in an obscure, childish metaphorical way that made me repulsed from head to toe. It was almost like he said, "I make more money than you, wanna f*ck?" Perhaps it's just that type of low self-eseem in a woman that gets him laid? I can't imagine how else he would ever find someone willing. I entered menopause at that very moment simply from his charm.
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