Men are like tulips.
Every god damn time I come to this coffeeshop to work, some young couple on a first date or blind date has to sit next to me and talk. And talk. The girl is always trying really hard to be probing and deep, while the guy is clearly trying his best to be suave and put forth answers that he thinks will most likely get him laid.
I've tried putting headphones on to block them out, but damn if they don't time their annoying questions and comments for the brief pause between songs.
Girl: "Oh! Fun game! If you were a flower, what kind would you be?"
Guy: "That's an interesting question. So many women wouldn't ask something like that."
The next song played, so I never learned what type of flower he was.
I've tried putting headphones on to block them out, but damn if they don't time their annoying questions and comments for the brief pause between songs.
Girl: "Oh! Fun game! If you were a flower, what kind would you be?"
Guy: "That's an interesting question. So many women wouldn't ask something like that."
The next song played, so I never learned what type of flower he was.