One guy at the bar tried to pass off a photo of Aggressive Cameltoe Girl as proof that he f**ked her.

A lot of the guys at the bar brag, from time-to-time, about their luck with the ladies. Their luck is that the ladies like them. The ladies are drawn to them. The ladies have sex with them. According to them.

Sometimes this is told in an obviously self-effacing manner: it is obvious the teller has no luck with the ladies, and therein lies the joke. Others: well, they believe what they are saying. Or -- more importantly -- they want you to believe what they are saying.

These often are stories that don't tell of what actually happened, but of how they want to be perceived. You can pretty much tell at face value the integrity of their statements: some faces just don't have value to the ladies. You can usually tell the real Ladies' Men: they are the ones chatting up the ladies. And then leaving with them.

Guys: just because you have a photo of a woman on your phone doesn't prove you had sex with her. There are a lot of photos of pretty girls on the internet: you can pretend that one of them is your girlfriend, but realize that you are pretending. And: taking the pretty girl's face at face value, she -- whoever she is -- is not going to be the one who chooses you for a one-night-stand. She most likely knows her own value. And understands that value in relation to yours. If she were to ever meet you. Which isn't going to happen. Oh: and she probably already has a boyfriend. Who is good-looking.

One guy at the bar tried to pass off a photo of Aggressive Cameltoe Girl as proof that he fucked her. The photo was taken at the bar. She eventually caught wind of his claim and verbally emasculated him in front of his friends. Brutal. Eviscerated. Her basic point: there is no way in hell I would ever have sex with a loser like you. It didn't help his case that he, in fact, looks like a loser.



- james james

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