I’m not upset. It’s all part of growing up, and learning how to deal with predators and other guys. So I’m plenty cal…
I kill you filthy, AD! Hear that? filthy!
What’s this thing called, Love?
That’s very weird, saying it that way. It would totally ruin the line. You’d be cruising towards a nice comfortable slap in the face, and suddenly it would all be over. She’d look confused instead of horrified. She’d say “Don’t you mean 'you’ve pulled”? And you’d say “…oh. Do I?” And she’d say, “Yeah, I think so.” But by that point her phone would be ringing and you’d have lost your chance to get her whisky and soda thrown over you.
Try thus confusing and alienating EVERY WOMAN IN THE ROOM, and then sit back and survey your kingdom, and you’ll understand a fraction of what it’s like to be me.
I was a sweet young thing working as a cocktail waitress. An attractive guy, about 6’6" walks in, walks over to me, looks me up and down, and says, “Think it’ll fit?”
I didn’t do the deed with him, although I thought about it until I learned he was married and his daughter was a classmate of mine. Later, though, I let him do some things in my mouth.
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He was a dentist.
I wanna run barefoot thru yer hair!