We had places to go and people to see last night. At our last stop, a guy tried to pick me up.The last time a guy hit on me was 1988. It's a fact. I eventually married him.
This guy, who was barely of legal drinking age, knew exactly what he was doing too. He instinctively knew that the way to this geek-girl's heart is her glasses.
That's right, he complimented my glasses.
~ swoon ~
Then he asked about the woman with me.
[cue that needle-scratching-a-record sound]
"She's my wife."
He didn't even blink.
4 comments:
snicker!
ROTFLMAO!
You cougar, you!
Last time a guy was interested in me, he asked me out - AFTER I just told him I was visiting my girlfriend for Halsted Street days that weekend. He thought I meant "girlfriend" not GIRLFRIEND. It was funny as he rolled through the thought process and it dawned on him at last.
I'd have genuine street cred if it had been a woman hitting on me instead of this guy.
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