i just came home from having a few drinks with one of the greatest looking guys i know…
so what happened?
we met up in this bar nearby and i ended up walking… for 45 minutes… to get to that place he chose. when he learned that i was walking, all he said was “shucks. ok, relax.”
when i got there, he said “i could’ve picked you up”. my thought balloon? “drive your bmw to hell, dude”
all we talked about was work work work.
he saw a friend there who asked him about “ellen”.
someone kept on texting him, and since i could read words that are upside-down, i took a peek, and saw that the sender was an “ellen”.
the only good thing he did? paid for dinner. and that was just a lame thing, as far as i’m concerned.