Ok, well, this story isn't a bullshit sex story, but it is about a bullshitter. All girls know those guys that hit on EVERYONE...anyway, I go to this little gas station once in a while and there's this guy named Chris. As soon as I walk through the door he is always jumping out from behind the counter and hitting on me. He's always buzzing around the store at 500 miles an hour, so my friend and I call him Coked up Chris, because he's obviously on something. Everytime I walk in he's like, "Hi, Mary! How are you, Mary?" which would be fine, but he creeps me out because I feel like he can see through my clothes and I never, ever told him my name... He does this to EVERY decent looking girl.


So, the last time I went in there, Coked up Chris comes rushing over to the counter to check me out (literally). He's like, "Hey, Mary, nice purse!" What guy says nice purse? A guy who is just saying something just to say it. I'm like, "Oh, thanks."

10 seconds later, this 40 ish woman comes into the store, goes behind the counter and starts yelling, "Christopher!" Coked up Chris looks like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He says, "Yes, hon?" She pulls something out of her pocket, "You went to work without your wedding ring again!" Chris holds out his left hand and she jams the ring on his finger and leaves! Hahahahaahaha! It looked like he was used to it. I think Coked up Chris bullshits with every chick he can, just hoping, praying that one might take him up on something.