..."do you think the moment that drove her away was when I put your phone down my pants, or would you say it was when we started talking about your herpes?"
"Definitely the phone."
"Yeah."
I know by now that I've told you this already. I'm a bit of a jackass. Last night it was on in full force. I wasn't toning it down for anyone, come hell or high water, including the cute girl who came over to our booth to chat me up. She was able to hang for about 15 minutes before the color drained from her face and her body posture assumed that of a frozen animal, folded upon itself in helpless surrender.
"Did she really just up and tell you she was going to leave?"
"Yeah, she tapped me on the shoulder, said, 'excuse me, I'm going to go now' and asked if I could get up to let her out of the booth."
"Hmmm. She didn't even say goodbye."
"D. You had a hot, smart girl, totally interested in you and you blew it."
"Hey! If you can't hang with *this* now, it's not going to work out anyway."
and then we proceeded to dance in our seats to the bad techno music while making cheesy faces at the young dems.
Sometimes it's good to have jackass backup. Go us.
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