Monday rush
I move around this city looking for love, and I always come up a little short, are did I this time? So after twelve years of working every fucked up job in this area, finally I'd become a fairly good catch. But eight weeks after embarking on my vast romantic, I'd still receive only phony girls and illegitimate excuses. But Monday, at last I managed to persuade a stunning young lady to "do drinks" with me. Forty-seven minutes after this lady, I mean Jenna introduced herself, her boyfriend walks in the door of the club. Lucky for me I had already put her number in my phone. Jenna called him over to the bar, as I so him, there was no way I was going to fight this man. He was all of 6'9 and maybe 310 in wight. The guy could smash bottles with is arm's. So I played as if I was gay and eased my way out the exit door of the club. I guess Monday is the best day to go to the club.
MI. (Out)
MI. (Out)