Oh, so tragic..
Last night, I was at my favorite waterng hole in San Francisco, and I was kinda cruising this really handsome guy. I followed him out to the outside patio, and I began to descend the stairs. Apparently I'd forgotten there were six steps, not four.. I fell ass over teakettle right onto my face, yelling out 'oh shit!!' as I did so.
Naturally, after I'd gotten myself up and brushed myself off, my intended was nowhere to be seen. I spotted him later and he wouldn't even look at me - I guess to keep himself from bursting into hysterics !!
Naturally, after I'd gotten myself up and brushed myself off, my intended was nowhere to be seen. I spotted him later and he wouldn't even look at me - I guess to keep himself from bursting into hysterics !!