So it starts

well here i am, doing what you've all been doing for so long. I figure i should start this off with a short tale that may interest some or just myself. On wednesday the august 17, i spent the day with my "friend" (we'll get to that later) jen. We had been on a date or two before about a month ago but agreed that a relationship probably wasn't in the cards (cause i'm too immature) and that maybe we could just hang out sometime, with a fooling around implied. Sure enough that sometime was wednesday and we had lunch, went on a walk around the lake, watched tv in my room, got dinner, hit up the bar, and yada yada yada, she spent the night. Funny thing was that in the morning, we're laying bed and i hear the front door open and voices that are quite familiar starting to get closer and closer to my room. I tell jen that i think my parents are here for some odd reason and she hids under the covers as my dad opens the door carelessly to ask me how i'm doing. How I'm Doing!? I yelled at him to get out, I'm with someone! And then my mom from behind him says "I think he's with a girl, I see a purse." (luckily she didn't see the bra and panties and condom wrapper on the floor as well) Needless to say, jen was embarrassed a little but we got her out of there when they headed outside. All was well and so on a day when i expected some tomfoolery at best, I knock boots. Not bad

short summary
There seems to be some benefit, or to coin Simmons, T.U.P. in going to the bar with a girl you're not dating, flirting with other girls in attempt to franchise, and knowing you can still go home with the first girl.