An old ATF from years ago called a few weeks back and wanted to have lunch together. She suggested Sino’s but I knew her favorite was pho and suggested her favorite place. She was happy that I remembered and we met there.After the pleasantries, she got around to the point. She liked my band camps stories and wanted to take a spin off that and start a private club for special friends. Well, as an experienced camper, my head was immediately filled with a nymphet dreamland!
She grabbed Jr to squeeze all the mojo out and snap me out of my own thoughts… a much better way than to be slapped, I thought.
She said, “Honey, focus! I need your help.” I curiously asked how? She said tell me some good band camp stories and lets see if we know someone that can play that part. I said, “WTF?” She said, “Just tell me some good stories!”
I said, “Hmm? You just want me to give your mind a good blow job so you can feel good, huh?” She said, “No honey, this business.” I said, “If I give you good one, you give me good one?”
She gave me that sideways stare and began eating her pho.
She said she would make ox tail soup and have some oyster shooters for lunch @ her place next week… if I had any good stories that could tickle her fancy.
I said, “Honey, the way they can make me feel, I know they can act, we can make good stories for any of them! Have you heard the story of that wacky pianist, Keona Dela Linga, with the magic fingas?” She gave me that blowjob look.
I finished my pho and looked forward to lunch next week.
Moral of the story? Relationships, friendships, call it however you like. In the end, it is what you make of it and how much control you keep. Personally, I kind of enjoy multiple friendships for what they are, friends being friends with each other, caring about each other, and having fun together. The girls aren’t my priority in life, they are more of a pleasant distraction, therefore I try very hard to keep what time I can spend with them as pleasant and fun as possible. They know it’s all in good faith, but then again, it’s that way with me as well.
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(she'd rather earn it, than have it given to her)
and so, this situation being relative to RA's, should give you inquisitive guys a little bit of background as to what go's on someone's head about these things 
and so when you say YOU are dating an RA or is her BF, then you'll realize theres a lot of baggage going on over there 
my point is: there's nothing to be proud about being her BF or banging her (on the side) "for free" so to speak 
i'm posting this in response to all those numerous threads about guys "dreaming" they were dating thier ATF's 
just gimme the opportunity to date that ping-pong pro, and i'd rather deal with her baggage than any one of your ATF's on any given day!
actually, the whole premise of my post is to let guys that still have balls between their legs and tell 'em all that getting involved with one in a serious relationship is going to fuck with your head in a big time waaay 
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