The 7-11 Test:
Back when i was a teenager, a mentor (no bad touch mentor) taught me the most important lesson of my life that until I met my wife I used every time the situation arose (run on sentence yes, but dammit this is my story, i can use bad grammar).
He taught me how to utilize the best weapon a man can have in fighting off regret and nausea when he went a clubbin'.
It was a simple test, The 7-11 test.
Night clubs are dark, dank caverns. When one picks up a specimen of the fairer sex, ahem, the dark can hide the "hideous and ugly". This wise man spoke of taking the (un)lucky girl to the nearest convience store to confirm if they meet your low standards.
I used this test to it's fullest extent and only once did I leave one behind with no way home, told her i needed to go to the bathroom and i then ran for my car, driving away. (the 7-11 was only a few blocks away from the club).
Yes she was that bad.
anyone else ever use this test?
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