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so here i am, sipping some brown shit i'm just presuming is coffee, which i'm doing purely for the free wireless, when i am approached by a one Scott Barr. he gave me a couple glances before he started talking to me, and he was really quite smooth about it.
"I've seen you around here, haven't I?"
i told him no, he hadn't. however, he was real fucking determined to prove to me he had. i thought it was completely innocent, in a way. i'm still kinda wondering if the guy was hitting on me, or just being nice. but come on, he gave me his fucking business card with his cell phone number on the back.
melissa, i need to get my tattoo, now.
"I've seen you around here, haven't I?"
i told him no, he hadn't. however, he was real fucking determined to prove to me he had. i thought it was completely innocent, in a way. i'm still kinda wondering if the guy was hitting on me, or just being nice. but come on, he gave me his fucking business card with his cell phone number on the back.
melissa, i need to get my tattoo, now.