<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Chateau Heartiste]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://heartiste.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[CH]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://heartiste.wordpress.com/author/roissy/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Dating In The City: A&nbsp;Series]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s <a href="https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2008/12/08/dating-in-dc-a-series-3/" target="_blank">another installment</a> of <em>Dating in the City</em> where I chronicle the mirth and madness of dating the <a href="https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2008/08/25/a-day-with-zeets/" target="_blank">headcases</a> and cheap whores that live and work here. The women of this city cough up an endless stream of fodder for my blog. For that, I thank you ladies.</p>
<p>Zeets: You&#8217;re not going to believe what this woman said to me when I called. &#8220;Let&#8217;s meet for a bagel.&#8221; What the fuck is that? Let&#8217;s meet for a bagel?!</p>
<p>Me: It&#8217;s possible for a woman to kill your motivation to see her with just five words.</p>
<p>Zeets: Ah, not to worry, I knew what she was up to. I set her straight and told her &#8220;No, we&#8217;re meeting at a club that night.&#8221; She quickly agreed. I could tell she was overjoyed that I didn&#8217;t accept her terms.</p>
<p>Me: There&#8217;s nothing more asexual than a brunch date. Sitting there in the middle of the day, spreading cream cheese on your bagel. &#8220;Oh this sesame seed bagel is delicious. What do you think? How is your marathon training going?&#8221; You want to get a girl into a sexy lounge with alcohol in her.</p>
<p>Zeets: I knew as soon as she said that what type of girl I was dealing with. She&#8217;s dated a <a href="https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2008/03/31/cat-on-a-leash/" target="_blank">parade of herbs</a>, one after <a href="https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2008/12/15/dont-be-this/" target="_blank">another</a>, and probably had a bagel date with every single one. I bet they were happy to go. I can just picture these herbs riding up on their ten speeds, taking off their helmets and fanny packs, and giving her a dead fish handshake. [Zeets imitating whiny herb voice] &#8220;Ah, ah, nice to see you. I really love bagels. This was a great idea. And, uh, <a href="https://heartiste.wordpress.com/2008/11/26/how-to-screw-up-a-date/" target="_blank">and so it begins</a>.&#8221; She wasn&#8217;t used to a silverback like me spoiling her script.</p>
<p>Me: She was begging for a caveman to come along and throw her bagels in her face.</p>
<p>Zeets: I was onto her. These girls try to squeeze you into their agenda. Their first instinct is to see if you&#8217;ll let them cut off your balls. Most herbs gladly give it up. &#8220;Here are my balls! Snip away!&#8221; I wasn&#8217;t going to let her do that to me. So I brought her back to that time when she was just blossoming into her womanhood and men were exciting to her. I made her feel like a giggling girl again.</p>
<p>Me: That&#8217;s all they need. A man to remind them what it was like before modern city life corrupted them.</p>
<p>Zeets: In other news, I removed my old toilet seat and replaced it with a shiny new one. It looks spectacular.</p>
<p>Me: Did your bulk splinter the old one? Who changes their toilet seat?</p>
<p>Zeets: It&#8217;s a good investment. Lifts the spirit to see that glittering new throne. A seat fit for a king&#8217;s crap! You should try pampering yourself once in a while, pig.</p>
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