So your vehicle breaks down and you're saved by two women....

   Does that make you feel like less of a man?
   Wait let me set up the earlier part of the night for you...
   Some dude is trolling the net for a woman, most likely a piece of tail, a hook up but I won't make assumptions.
    Suddenly you see BOOBS! Yep white freckled BOOBS! Hey.... it even says she's not that far from you, why not.
    Ok so the white freckled boobs are mine but he's definitely the boob before the evening is out.
    In my other post, I explained how I set up a "faux" profile, we'll call it an experiment, but it was way more entertaining than just an experiment.
    I convince the BOOB to drive to the middle of nowhere, no seriously, the bar wasn't really in a "town", though I do believe there was a dollar general across the street. There's little and limited cell service in the area especially INSIDE the little teany tiny bar. Remember, he REALLY doesn't know what I look like. I mean I did post photos but of my tattoos on my shoulder blades and a really good angle crop of my bathing suite top.
   I knew what he looked like though. I watched him walk in the bar and sit up at the bar and order a drink or two or three. I'm with a very loud obnoxious group of girls, all whom know exactly what's going on. We play darts, shoot pool, dance with each other and have a grand time.
  Boob messages me from the bar, when he can get signal and sets up to leave. I told the girls he didn't have the balls to approach a "bigger" girl. They tackle his truck. No really, my friends TACKLE his truck, one nearly got backed over then proceed to all but jump into his lap in the driver's seat calling him chicken. Chicken probably wasn't the exact word they used, but you get the drift.
   He messages me back saying he'd come back for ONE beer. HAHAHAHA! He bought a few rounds, proceeded to get insult after insult from the loud obnoxious group from the trucks he drove, to his job and even at one point his attire. I'll admit several times they were over the top and I asked them to tame it down.
  He left before the rest of us did. We stopped at the nearest convenience/truck stop to get our required diet dr pepers. Did you know that a diet dr peper will ward off a hang over the next morning and keep you from getting sick. It will, unless of course you chose tequila. Then it's hopeless and inevitable to have that hangover/praying to the porcelain god.
  Guess who, low and behold was in the parking lot. BOOB! He said he appeared to be having issues with his truck, that he was severely harassed and berated about earlier that evening. He begged for a good night kiss and said he could make it home.
   That making it home part was a bit more tricky than he intended. A mile up the road he was on the side of the road AGAIN! My girlfriend and are nice gals... we stopped.
  We used some contacts to call him a wrecker. Helped get it all loaded while he stood with his hands in his pockets.
   I know we are very capable independent women and will get any job done. But wouldn't getting saved by two chicks when your big ole Ford diesel breaks down on the side of the road make you feel less of a man?