houston i think if i went out i could get laid
but i can't afford to get there
zaza by who? the usual?
houston yeah
except he asked me out for dinner...
zaza omg
FREE DINNER
houston i know... but i had already ATE!
i would have just faked it...
but my laundry...
zaza
are you serious food > laundry
houston my underwear is not cute...
zaza commando
houston it's in the washing machine though
i can't do that!!
zaza not even for free dinner?
houston well i was in the shower when he texted me, and by the time i replied he had given up
UGH
zaza not. impressed.
houston me either
zaza i'll blame this on the end of term
houston i blame this on my lameness
zaza you can do something about that
you don't have to be lame!
houston i could just go to his house
zaza that's better than nothing
you will probably get free dinner EVENTUALLY
houston or breakfast
zaza also good
even better if it involves sausage
oooooh
houston oh, honey, it would
I never understood the construction worker fantasy. I mean, in THEORY, sure - sweaty, muscular men doing heavy lifting - sounds great! Right?! No. Reality, as per usual, disappoints. Or so I THOUGHT.
The scene: me, entering the Bay Downtown, sad to see it in its sorry state of disrepair, a wounded old beauty being spiffed up to look like...well, like the Bay Polo Park.
The setting: the scary grocery store in the Bay basement.
The cast: Your heroine (that would be me), suddenly surrounded by dozens upon dozens of GOOD LOOKING YOUNG MEN - all wearing orange stickers identifying them as Bay Construction Mens™! Alright, so the hardhats, dusty jeans, and work gloves would probably have done that too, while only adding to their down-home, blue collar charm. I have never, never, never seen so many good looking construction boys in one place.
The conclusion: Girls - get thee to the Bay Downtown for all your construction worker needs. Take a wander through any of the many floors and you will run into them. Tell them I sent you!
Actually, don't do that. That would be weird.
In closing, I leave you with this creepy, creepy video. It's not mine, but I um...think it suits this blog well.