Mar 05, 2006 02:38
Yes, he's hot.
No, I don't want to go talk to him.
Because he's wearing a twink bracelet.
Meaning he's not even 21.
Yes, yes, I agree, he's hot.
No, I've never seen anyone dance so seductively before.
No, I don't want to go talk to him.
We've been over this.
I'm probably closer to his parents' age than to his.
He could be 18 and in high school for all I know.
Yes, that was great, what he did just now.
Yep, made my toes curl up too.
No, I don't want to talk to him.
Yes, I saw him looking at me.
Yes, I'm sure he saw me looking at him.
He knows exactly what he's doing.
Little bastard.
No, I don't want to talk to him.
Could you see me introducing that kid to my parents?
What about taking him to a work function with bank executives?
Exactly.
Yes, I understand, he's still hot.
No, I don't want to talk to him.
No, I didn't notice whether he was "packing" or not.
No, I don't care if he's a "grower" or a "shower" ("show-er" not shower, as in bathing)
That's really not important to me.
Yes, he's hot.
No, I wouldn't want to have him just for a night.
Tell me again why I paid eight bucks to get in here.
Please don't push me into people again.
Yes, that guy was hot too, but I don't want to be pushed into him.
Because I'm not at a junior high school dance.
No, I don't want to talk to that guy either.
I hate this bar.
Ugh.
He keeps trying to "accidentally" cop a feel while hugging me.
I don't want another hug.
It's time to go.
Someone please tell me why I came to this bar.
I miss my friends from Brevard and Las Cruces.