#31130 - She was wearing a sundress and sandals (I was in my standard issue biker boots, t-shirt and jeans) she said hello and I must have grunted something because she stopped in front of me and said: “You don’t like me, do you?” I guess my jealousy for the Douche-Nozzle’s feminine bounty was obvious “What makes you say that?” I asked “You look at me with disgust” “I’m sorry you got that impression, it’s mostly disdain for the limited self-esteem you must possess that would allow you to be seen with that pompous dandy” (Note: I’m not going to lie, I had been thinking about why I didn’t like her for a long time. I’m not going to say that I am too. After what she did to me I would have clammed into sandpaper! Diane and I made love for the rest of the night.