i went out for a drink on friday with a guy i met recently, i guess you could call it a 'date.' that's what everyone else was calling it when i was at a happy hour beforehand, and dreading said meeting. one friend said "worst case scenario is you'll have a funny story to tell."
it just so happens that 2 hours of listening to him talk about how he hasn't called his mom in 3 weeks and how many movies and music he illegally downloads was a date, and i found this out only because he texted his recap of the evening -including "she paid for drinks! :) she's moving to germany :(" - to a friend, and as it turns out, inadvertently to me. it was quickly followed up with "oops, wrong person. want to meet up again?"
how do you spell a-w-k-w-a-r-d?
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the story you got would probably have been verrrry interesting had you not emptied your purse before the date.
"...if this is in my purse, just imagine what's in my ass...."
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