Tyler Thompson

I think relationships are very interesting. You've got the guy who (most of the time) will do anything he needs to do to get laid, and the girl who knows this and takes full economic advantage of it. You see the guys that pretty much just let their girlfriend put a leash on them and take them for a ride. It's funny. The guys don't even know it's happening most of the time. They take them out to dinner, buy them dessert, take them home, let her light some candles, and then she "rewards" him with sex... Score. It only cost him 40 bucks and this was the first time he's been laid since that one night he can't remember. If he had spent that 40 bucks on weed, he probably wouldn't have even jacked off. The killer is the next day though, when she calls back wanting to go out again. This time she wants to go to a concert. Never mind the fact that it's an Irish punk band from Tulsa Arizona. She REALLY wants to go. And besides, what's 40 dollars to a full-time dining hall associate such as himself? After the concert is when everything begins to crumble... She wants to snuggle. And being the gentleman that he is, he obliges; it's not as if he doesn't enjoy a quick pre-sex snuggle to get everyone in the mood. And then it happens. She closes her eyes. And as she begins to drift off, so does his chances of getting laid that night. The sad realization that he has paid $40 for a shitty concert and a snuggle/bed invasion hits him at that moment. Tomorrow, he will call his dealer.