On the T last night, there was this woman. I'm almost certain she was younger than me. She reminded me a great deal of
saxchicbeth, only more buxom. She was obviously tired, so I showed her a seat when it opened up. She had a cute green ipod sock for her cell phone. I talked to her a little bit. She had a sort of energy to her even when she was that tired,
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But seriously, if a similar situation comes up, why not just ask for her number? The worst she can say is that she lost her phone, and then at least you tried.
Stalking, even mini-stalking, is an no go though. Ask me about the time that a server at my grandfather's country club tracked me down on Myspace.. Creepy.
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In my case, I am often ambivalent, at best, about getting into someone's pants. It might be nice. It's no biggie if I don't. But, sure, I might be crazy for not being a horndog.
*sigh*
I wish some server would track me down. Even an ugly one. It'd be nice. You chicks got it good. ;-)
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The server just wanted me for my grandpa's money and my tits. Which is cool, at least he was being honest. The fact the he found me on myspace while only knowing my first name is a bit horrifying though. I am impressed with his dilligence though as there are several hundred "Allison"s in the Boston area that he had to sift through.
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Several hundred is less than you might think. Especially if he could narrow with any other data.
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