Fly Likes 'Em Young
With one extremely notable exception that would change Lycan's entire concept of what it is to be Fly, I almost exclusively date girls who are younger than me. The Mirror was more than two years younger than me, Mudflap was two years younger than me, Fat Jessica was at least two, et cetera. Basically, I like 'em young.
The youngest girl I ever dated, or rather, the girl with the most age difference, was sixteen years old. I think I was about twenty (Summer of 2002 if memory serves). We'll call her Hanna for no particular reason.
Hanna worked across the street from my workshop, and when I happened to be there in the morning or in the early afternoon, she'd be running in and out of the front office and doing various tasks. She was short, with a dark skin tone, and black hair down to her shoulders. She had her labret pierced, which doesn't usually do much for me, but as long as it's not a nose piercing I'm game.
We made eyes at each other across the street for the better part of the Summer before finally, probably in late August, I asked her to dinner.
She was a little hottie, though not really my type and very much off limits. I picked her up, and she was stunning; I, of course, was no slouch, in my carpenter jeans, black boots, and my black "Mexican pimp" shirt. We went to the local billiard hall, which happens to have the best (read: only) steaks in town. (Or at least, at that point it did.) After a nice meal, we retired to my flat, which was devoid of other people on that particular evening. We proceeded to watch a movie (American Pie, if I remember correctly; in part because she wasn't old enough to watch it). There was some making out, and I think I remember playing with her pierced navel, but aside from that everything was above board; this ladies' Fly may like 'em young, but I'm not stupid.
As the night drew to a close, I took her home. Fortunate or not, there was no second date, and I've only seen her a couple of times since, and she was flaky both times. At the time, though, it was one of the btter dates I'd ever been on, and still ranks far and away above such dates as Magdalena and Mudflap.
I know that there are guys who post here who have been bachelors for a while. How young was the youngest girl you've dated, and what was the age difference? Post it up.
The youngest girl I ever dated, or rather, the girl with the most age difference, was sixteen years old. I think I was about twenty (Summer of 2002 if memory serves). We'll call her Hanna for no particular reason.
Hanna worked across the street from my workshop, and when I happened to be there in the morning or in the early afternoon, she'd be running in and out of the front office and doing various tasks. She was short, with a dark skin tone, and black hair down to her shoulders. She had her labret pierced, which doesn't usually do much for me, but as long as it's not a nose piercing I'm game.
We made eyes at each other across the street for the better part of the Summer before finally, probably in late August, I asked her to dinner.
Hanna: So, what are you doing this weekend?
Fly: Well, unless I'm taking you out for dinner on Friday, probably nothing. So... Probably nothing.
Hanna: *speechless for a moment* Don't be so sure about that.
Fly: So is that a yes?
Hanna: I don't know, are you actually asking?
Fly: Only if it's a yes.
Hanna: Well, if you're asking, then it's a yes.
She was a little hottie, though not really my type and very much off limits. I picked her up, and she was stunning; I, of course, was no slouch, in my carpenter jeans, black boots, and my black "Mexican pimp" shirt. We went to the local billiard hall, which happens to have the best (read: only) steaks in town. (Or at least, at that point it did.) After a nice meal, we retired to my flat, which was devoid of other people on that particular evening. We proceeded to watch a movie (American Pie, if I remember correctly; in part because she wasn't old enough to watch it). There was some making out, and I think I remember playing with her pierced navel, but aside from that everything was above board; this ladies' Fly may like 'em young, but I'm not stupid.
As the night drew to a close, I took her home. Fortunate or not, there was no second date, and I've only seen her a couple of times since, and she was flaky both times. At the time, though, it was one of the btter dates I'd ever been on, and still ranks far and away above such dates as Magdalena and Mudflap.
I know that there are guys who post here who have been bachelors for a while. How young was the youngest girl you've dated, and what was the age difference? Post it up.
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