With Adela, we went to Calico's, like so many dates. There was this guy bumping Adela's seat, and I exchanged seats with her and calmly call it on the guy. What's up, bro, is everything alright? I was ready to take him out. I mean, he had to be very rude to mess with a girl who was with a guy, or else he thought I was a wimp. Either way, I had to make a stance. But the trick about the whole thing was just exchanging seats. He faded away after that. Adela was quite exited that I had stood up to a bully. She had no idea that was my specialty. I had been working out that week, had beaten my punching back silly, woken up at five in the morning to jog/run/pace/sprint from 147th st. between Convent and Amsterdam avenues all the way to 44th st. and Second avenue. He was just a rowdy punk. We were making out. And she said, "Just because you defended me, doesn't mean I'll sleep with you."
"Just because I sleep with you, doesn't mean I care" I said, in a cocky, funny way.
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