Our mothers used to tell us, “If u do not have everything worthwhile to say, don’t say everything.” The Loser’s Mother should have said him, “If you do not have anything to say, don’t say anything.” But the Loser was by no means told this. Or maybe that buck was and this chab did not listen.
So here’s the situation, boy-friends. Put yourself in the Loser’s shoes: You have a hawt, 22-year-old redhead sat on your couch. She’s wearing a red, strapless top and a short, darksome skirt that is twat all the way up her leg. That babe is in your house ‘coz this babe wants to screw. That is the merely reason she’s there. But this babe appears to be a little nervous. So what would u do?
Put her at ease? Try to calm her down? Make her chortle? Talk about sex? That is what we would do.
But what does the Loser do? This chab asks Andi about her allies and relatives back home. That Lothario asks, “What’re you intend to do if they check out?”
In other words, the thing she is probably almost any nervous about is the thing that charmer decides to ask her about. Way to put the cutie at ease, Loser.
But that chap doesn’t avoid there.
“Nervous?” this stud asks her.
“A little,” Andi says.
“That’s ok,” Loser says. “So am I.”
At this point, it is a miracle the scene ever receives discharged, but give Andi, who’s a paramedic, all the credit. This babe uses her mouth to resuscitate what should be a disaster and works his weenie nicely. Even when the phone rings-hasn’t the Loser ever heard of turning off the ringer whilst shooting a scene?-she keeps going until this skirt chaser drops his load on her face.
At least he’s priceless for smth.