I saw this boy that I thought was disco super fly, so I decided to pull a pick-up artist move. He was standing outside of a bar, so I acted really distraught and threw my purse to the ground and said "Goddamnit, why can't I find my cell phone?!" Then he looked at me like I was nuts. And then I said, "Hey, here's my number, would you call me to see if it is in my purse?" So he called me and my phone went off (because it was actually in my frickin' hand. That part wasn't so smooth). And OUILA! He had my number. So we chatted for a second and then I left. Guess who I heard from this morning? Yup, hots mctots texted me. I am amazing.
However, now I'm in a bit of a predicament because I don't have any clue what he actually looks like. Beer goggles got the best of me, so I cannot even begin to picture him. He keeps calling me "ma," so there's that...
and because you were drunk, you obviously didn't think thru this little ditty of a pick-up line ... HAHAHAHA!!! the phone was in your hand. he was probably sober enough to know what was going on--and your beer goggles probably over-compensated for his lack of attractiveness. but there is hope, he may be worthy... have you seen him since? (sorry im a bit behind on reading blogs)
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