D24. I’ve been going to this nail tech chick for a while now. She’s alright, keeps her mouth shut, and gets the job done.
A couple of months back, though, she hit me with this weird-ass line: “So, you’re not totally against older dudes, right?”
I was like, what the hell? Turns out, she’s playing matchmaker, trying to hook me up with her son—some freshly divorced “nice guy” who drives a truck for a living.
Let’s be real, though, the dude’s just a washed-up 40-something slob.
I shut that down real quick, told her it ain’t my vibe.
Fast forward to yesterday, I roll up for another nail session, and she’s like, “Hang out in the room for a sec, I’m messing around in the kitchen.”
So, I stroll in, and holy shit—there’s her precious son, this absolute dumpster fire of a man, sprawled on the couch in crusty, stained boxers, jerking off to hardcore porn with the volume cranked, no headphones in sight.
#what_the_hell #cringe_fest #awkward_as_fuck #nail_drama
