Young Boys = No Filter

Seriously...you know how I can tell you're only 22...because you have no filter when it comes to talking when a woman is present.
So I was hanging out with Quailman's friends last night at County Line. They seemed like nice, fun guys to be around while I was sobering up for the drive home. Somehow the discussion turns to sex (doesn't it always), and Tom ends up telling this story about a girl he semi-hooked up with over Christmas break. You see, when I first met Tom, I thought he seemed like your typical "nice guy". Semi-attractive, very funny, and humbly respectful of women...boy, was I wrong! Basically, his story concluded with him getting pissed off because the girl he went home with wouldn't "put out". To quote Tom,

"I mean, that was the whole reason I went home with her to begin with...I thought she'd be good for that. Then we get there and she won't put out! I was like come on, at least let me dip my stick!"

Yes ladies, you are not reading that wrong. He actually said that. I was crushed. Not because I liked him or anything, I just had had a good feeling about him. I had faith that he was a great guy, you know. I need to believe that there are great guys out there. Instead, I find out he is just like every other douche-bag I have met. Makes me wonder about my judgement, you know? How many other guys have I deemed "great guys", but are really nasty bastards? It's just upsetting and I'm having a hard time getting his story out of my head. I just keep hearing him say it over and over again..."at least let me dip my stick!" Moron.

...and that's how I can tell you're only 22.