It started the way flirtations do in elementary school. He was across the bar wearing a pale yellow v-neck t-shirt that was clearly out of place at this bar. His blond hair and dimples made him an easy target for assessment. Apparently from twenty feet away and over the bar karaoke and, he heard us talking about him. He put on a hoodie, zipped it up to his chin and came over to defend his fashion choices.
He was charming, witty, funny, and attractive. When his wing-girl came over to make sure things were going well, she polled my friends and I.
“who think’s he’s cute” ß we all raised our hands.
“who’s single” ß only I
raised my hand.
Ding ding ding!
We hung out until bar close and our date
was scheduled for Monday.
The good thing is that my friends have
already given him the thumbs up. And if
they could, they would tie me up and stuff me in a trunk to go on the date in
my place J
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