Hot Chicks will Mess you Up

My friend that is a girl who I have sex with came up to visit me at work today and we popped off and had a couple beers at the pub next to my office. Now, dating/seeing/hanging out and hooking up with this girl has become very confusing because we’ve broken up and gotten back together so many times that I have no idea where we stand. This pseudo relationship is probably pretty messed up and quite frankly, no one should subject themselves to this kind of on and off and on and off and on and off and kinda on and off and whatever-the-sex-is-still-good kind of trials and tribulations, but well, she’s really petite and hot and her boobs are huge, so I’m dealing with it.

Anyway, one of the reasons that we keep breaking up is because she loves to argue and I hate to argue. In fact, when she starts to get argumentative, we usually just break up. It’s easier than fighting over stupid shit like whether or not I was flirting with a waitress. Such is life. Well, my life anyway.

So, while we were up at the pub talking and kissing and rubbing each other flagrantly, she asked me, in a very argumentative manner, why I don't wear a watch.

“So,” she said. “Did you leave your watch at some girl’s house or do you just not wear a watch or what?”

“I’m allergic to metal,” I told her.

“Umm, they make watches with leather bands, you know?”

I did indeed know this, but decided that instead of getting into another argument about something stupid that would lead to us breaking up for the seventh time in two months, I would ignore her comment and I switched the topic.

Naturally, she switched it right back.

“Why the hell do you care if I wear a watch or not?” I asked. “Why is this important? Do you think that I would be sexier if I wore a watch while in my work clothes? What’s it matter?”

“It doesn’t,” she replied. “I just wanted to know what time it was.”

So I opened my phone and I told her.

I could have pointed out that the pub had a clock, or that she could have just asked me what time it was instead of going off about my nonexistent watch, but that would have just spurred another argument.

So, in a sense, I’m learning how to get along with this chick.

In another sense though, this whole relationship could very well be the worst idea I’ve had in a long time.

And I recently sprained my wrist doing a cartwheel, so that’s saying something.