Lust in the Aisle
In a crowded supermarket, two people approach the express line at the same time. She (your humble GPG) has exactly the allowed amount of items in her cart. He (short, balding, and clearly, painfully shy) is only holding milk.
Is it wrong that when he said "ladies first" and I heard the Irish accent, I was instantly attracted to him?
I almost asked him to join me for coffee right then and there.
But then I didn't. Because I'm a pussy.
12 comments:
Boo!!
Pooy shy guy that almost got a date and got wimped out on.
I transmit disappointment on behalf of shy guys everywhere!
I KNOW! I totally suck.
hear hear (more related to david's than ghetto's comment)
Dan: environmental attorney? I really hope you're not one of my clients. The kind that stare at my tits blatantly, or threaten to spank me. Sheesh.
Woody: I think I'll just hit up the bar that has proven to be a sure thing. If you know what I'm sayin', and I think you do.
Guess it wasn`t Fuck-the-Irish-day.
If I'm the attorney, how would I be a client?
Tinkala: not that day.
Dan: my clients are all lawyers. You can read about it in the archives.
any particular pointers into the archives or do I have to read EVERYTHING.
You should read EVERYTHING, dammit! Don't be a lazy fool.
But for starters, you could try the "you're fucking kidding me" and "things that make you go hmm..." labels. Then move on over to "boobies," just like that person from the UK has done.
I've got great boobies.
What can I say. I'm a lazy fool. It is ok if I just start with "boobies" and work backwards?
I would've just lusted too. I'm also a pussy.
Why not? That's what the Irish and Canadians are doing as we speak.
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