“Something tasty from behind the counter?” The hottest woman working the coffee shop asked me. It’s the first time in the months that I’ve been coming here that she apparently noticed me. Rarely has a week gone by that I didn’t notice she was wearing a different black sweater, a different knitted bracelet, a new pair of her earrings.
We smiled at each other for a few moments, before it became uncomfortable, appreciating the innuendo.
It must be a good hair day. I’ll take it.
Fighting with your spouse always sucks. But making up and dancing with her in the middle of the dining room to Mel Torme sure is a great way to end the evening on a positive note….aaaand dip!
I’m not sure what to think: I had what’s called a “date” with this stunning woman last night. We sat down for omakasa at Bluefin in Newport Coast. The crazy part was that the company, conversation and food were so good that I didn’t take a single picture, didn’t check Facebook or Instagram, and actually failed to look at my mobile even once. Instead, I looked at an actual person (who was hawt!!!!) and spoke to her without using my thumbs! It was so strange but awesome!
Did I mention she was stunning? And AWESOME?
So, I’m sorry there’s no pictures and I was gone for so long. But, seriously, you guys need to try this “date” thing. Its so new it doesn’t even have an app yet.
Conversation not to be overheard by minors:
Her: Did you see where my undies landed?
Him: you understand that if you’re asking me that, my mission is accomplished, right?
Her: Sure, ding dong, but what if the kids find my underwear?
Him: Its just proof that making babies takes practice.
Her: You’re impossible.
Him: Can we lose mine now?
Installed and reviewed a dozen or more mobile apps since midnight, all named after misspelled verbs. Sneezr, snottr, stinkr, fapr…whatevertheFr…. All seem mysteriously tied to getting laidr.