this morning i am awakened by phone call from my future-to-be hot metro toronto cop friend. he's calling about girl advice. after laughing for a good 3-5 minutes i told him to wear a rubber.guys don't call guys about this shit. we're trying to make sense of our mistakes or at best ignore them, so we aren't in a position to give others sound advice. especially myself. it's not that this guy--soon to be hot cop--is out of touch but basically wanted to hear what others expected him to say. that way, cheating on someone becomes easier to swallow because every other dumb guy would do what he's doing. there's gotta be some psychological term for this; cognitive something.
i haven't met his mistress but his girl is quite the hotty, so the chick on the side better be head-exploding hot. otherwise, there's no use is fucking up a perfectly stable relationship for empty hanky-panky.
apparently she's half japanese so the wear a rubber advice sounded good to me.
god damn you, half japanese girls....
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