This is the story of The Hurricane.
What a crazy storm we had. One tornado hit right around the corner from my apartment. Scurry. One Atlantan compared the aftermath to "Vietnam" and "Katrina." Exaggeration? No! One of my coworkers lived in the lofts that got hit and is without home for five days. At least she's not dead.
This girl asked me to take her home from work. I told her I was meeting some friends at Fellini's. She told me her place was on the way to Fellini's. It was not. Opposite direction actually.
So there are these comment sections at the bottom of the tickets for guests to complain or compliment in after their meal. I got a good one tonight. This lady wrote, "You are one sexy boy! : )" That is the first time I've ever got a compliment on my looks from a complete stranger before so as you can guess my ego is ultrainflated. I feel hot and will be hitting on every girl I come into contact with for the next week or so. Unless something ego-shattering happens. God forbid.
This girl asked me to take her home from work. I told her I was meeting some friends at Fellini's. She told me her place was on the way to Fellini's. It was not. Opposite direction actually.
So there are these comment sections at the bottom of the tickets for guests to complain or compliment in after their meal. I got a good one tonight. This lady wrote, "You are one sexy boy! : )" That is the first time I've ever got a compliment on my looks from a complete stranger before so as you can guess my ego is ultrainflated. I feel hot and will be hitting on every girl I come into contact with for the next week or so. Unless something ego-shattering happens. God forbid.