Getting back into the dating world
So, what’s your name pretty lady? (smile, nod, ask if she gets hit on a lot, compliment her (eyes, skin, hair, etc.) ask for number, promise you’ll call, smile again, wash, lather, repeat).
“Olivia, that’s a great name. You’re the first Olivia I’ve ever met. It’s true. Really. Is that really your number? You’re pretty but you lie. I’m going to call it now. (grin – if she smiles at you, smile back. Hate self.).”
At least I’m impressing my friends, like a trick monkey.
Ah, I’ll meet you someday, just you wait. Fate will find you. I’m just working through a few things.
Just you wait.
Location: Bed
Mood: cynical
Music: She does not walk she runs instead
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