How is it that none of the tricks from the movies work? Boys barely notice when I innocently run my grocery cart into theirs in the cereal aisle, they look away when I attempt a coy apology. I can't even play damsel in distress at the auto mechanics with any effect. Even my assured spandex clad strut through the practical meat market of a gym has failed to bear fruit.
I am without a prospect and more importantly without a date for my birthday, unless you count my little furry friend Fernando, but he's still back-up at this point.
2 comments:
fine. meet ya in vegas
Ok, see you there.
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