I never knew who Amanda Bynes was before this story happened. As a matter of fact, after the events here occurred I went into a panic, hoping she was old enough. I was obviously very thankful when I checked on the internet and discovered that she had turned eighteen a couple of months before I met her.
I was in a bookstore when I spotted her. She was wearing a pair of low-cut jeans that accentuated her curvy hips, and a white t-shirt under a jean jacket. I didn't know she was a celebrity, all I knew was that she was sexy as hell, and that I would do anything to get her into bed with me. I approached her and initiated a bit of small talk, chatting about the books she was looking at. Since the conversation was going well, and I was having a hard time hiding my throbbing erection as I looked into this beautiful girl's face, I decided not to beat around the bush.
"Listen," I said, "I know this is going to sound very forward, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in coming back to my place." I knew full well that this tactic was likely going to blow up in my face. You can imagine my excitement, then, when it didn't.
"You think that just because I've been talking to you for a few minutes that I want to sleep with you?" While the words she used make it sound like she was offended, the look on her face confirmed that she was definitely not.
"Well," I replied, "it's not every day I get a chance to meet a woman as gorgeous as you, so I figured I'd take a chance.
"Really," she said, "and what would you have done if I got pissed off and smacked you?"
"Gone home dejected and spend the next two weeks living in a dark room trying to find a reason to go on living."
She laughed. "Where do you live?" she asked. Jackpot.
"About twenty minutes from here," I replied.
"Okay, let's go."
I walked her down the street to my car, then about five minutes after we left she broke up our small talk with a more serious question.