I was with a cute little blonde named Nicole. My brother was dating this girl (I forgot her name, she wasn't very important, to this story anyway), and she said that I would like her friend...Nicole.

Few weeks later, a double date was arranged, and I meet this pint sized blondie, bubbly, funny, and fucking cute in all and any way a guy will ever use the term to describe a woman.

We hit it off, and we exchange numbers, and we anticipate the next time we get to hang out together.

She calls me and says she doesn't have any plans for new years eve, 1999/2000. Wants to know if there is a party. You bet your sweet little ass there's a party. I had a few choices, but since my brother had been dating her friend, she was more comfortable with ringing in the new year with at least one person she knew.

Everything was great, there's fireworks shooting in the street, food, and drinks. My brother's friends were El Salvadorian. They were nice guys, but once they put the brandy to the face, they were fucking hillarious, and funny. And, they share the brandy.

Cute little Nicole, was from a very rural part of Iowa. (United States)

My brother and her friend, they left a while ago, and I had told her that I had to use the bathroom, and that I would be back. She was fine and happy.

When I came back, she was engaging in conversation and laughter. She was having a blast.

When I came back, she gave me a hug so nice, I thought, man, this is going pretty good. I think, I want to date this girl, I would like to Blockbuster and Hangout.

When the time came for celebrating, she was face down on the floor, I asked her if she needed anything. She said no. She asked me to stay with her, and I did.

She wanted me to make sure that the mexicans didn't rape her. I told her why would they? She said, "Because I'm a White Girl."

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