February 2012
5 posts
I want that relationship...
Where I’m at a restaurant, and I say something smart about the service there. And this random, but very pretty girl jumps in and joins me for the quick and witty banter about how bad the service is yet we keep coming back to the place. And she tells me her name. And I tell her mine. And she tells me that she has to go so somehow I get the balls to ask for her number, and after the long ass...
