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2003-10-31 - 7:45 a.m. I went out last night with some loser that couldn't be bothered to look me in the eyes. His vision seemed to be focused in regions below the shoulders. He stuttered and stammered and stumbled, spilling his Bud Lite all over my jeans at one point before awkwardly trying to wipe the beer off and turning beet red. Then Mr. Monosylaballistic had the nerve to try and get a second date and a kiss goodnight. � � Previous - Next - Drop Me A Note - Post A Date hanging out with high school freshmen is not my idea of a romantic date. - 2004-02-13
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