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I GOT WHIPPED! True Stories Of Whip It Out Experiences

Monday January 29, 2007 5:36 PM

** A WHIP IT OUT COMEDY ORIGINAL! **

In case you are confused by the name of this site – Whip It Out Comedy – we suggest you check out these FAQ’s about the site. If you’re too lazy to click thru and read those, here’s a Cliff Notes version: The site is named after the desperate move many young men will attempt in order to hook up with a young lady. In essence, they will “whip it out” as a means of letting their date know their intentions and finding out where things stand in the “relationship.”

Anyway, while we don’t endorse this move from a strategic standpoint, we do love the comedy that always comes from it. If it’s successful, it’s hilarious. If it fails, it’s equally hilarious. That’s why we plan to occasionally feature true stories of our readers’ Whip It Out experiences. If you have one that you’d like to share, by all means please email it to us at whipitoutcomedy@yahoo.com.

Now, on to our first ever edition of “I GOT WHIPPED!”

Dear Whip It Out Comedy,

It was my second date with Steve, a nice Connecticut boy. We had dinner and went to a gallery opening. I liked him, there were definite sparks and he was my type. When he dropped me off, he kissed me. I was pleased and kissed him back, then invited him in for a drink. I left him in the living room and went into the kitchen for some wine. When I returned, he was naked, splayed out on my couch, his junk rubbing all over my nice furniture.

“Why don’t you come over here?” he purred at me. A little forward, don’t you think? I was thinking it was going to be a walk around make-out town kind of night, but he clearly thought he had booked a one way trip to hump island. Not exactly what I had in mind so I asked him to leave.

He was flabbergasted, but I was appalled by his behavior. Sure I liked him, but enough to get all uncovered on my couch a minute after we got upstairs? Hardly. A tip for the males out there – just because we’re interested doesn’t mean we’ll lift our skirts and bang as soon as we ask you in. Another tip – don’t rub your stuff on my couch on the second date.

- Anonymous Girl Who May or May Not Work For Music Television

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