will someone PLEASE tell me why i only get hit on by the elderly? and when i say elderly, i mean legitimately old: like 70+
me thinking about the old man i met after french class who started speaking french with me: oh that's a nice old man
him in french: i used to be married to a french woman.
me in french: oh so you're married to a french lady?
him: no, i used to be. used to. USED to be. not anymore.
me: oh ok.
later on the bus..;
nice old man: so i'm going to give you my number if you want to practice your french.
me to myself:what?
ok...
him: don't worry, i don't bite.
furthermore here's a bit of saturday night:
him (older, yet not elderly- definitely too old for me),. me, chillin on he barstool watchinggreggster shake it like a polaroid picture. the convo:
him: i wanted to wear my leather to the folsom street fair.
me: yeah, if i were off work i'd have worn my vinyl.
him: vinyl huh?
me: yep.
continues with general incoherent mumblings about his former 'arrangements'...i don't really listen until:
him: so do you have a daddy?
me: excuse me?
him, leaning over: you're the type of girls someone could have a fetish about. i bet you like a firm hand.
OH BOY! OH BOY! freaks and the elderly, picking out a china pattern-types or flaky and indecisive. what will they think up next? my favourite line to date is: you're one fit bitch. i'd like to take you home and tie you up.
maybe i should just get a new vibrator.
theme song for the evening: travis- u16 girls
me thinking about the old man i met after french class who started speaking french with me: oh that's a nice old man
him in french: i used to be married to a french woman.
me in french: oh so you're married to a french lady?
him: no, i used to be. used to. USED to be. not anymore.
me: oh ok.
later on the bus..;
nice old man: so i'm going to give you my number if you want to practice your french.
me to myself:what?
ok...
him: don't worry, i don't bite.
furthermore here's a bit of saturday night:
him (older, yet not elderly- definitely too old for me),. me, chillin on he barstool watchinggreggster shake it like a polaroid picture. the convo:
him: i wanted to wear my leather to the folsom street fair.
me: yeah, if i were off work i'd have worn my vinyl.
him: vinyl huh?
me: yep.
continues with general incoherent mumblings about his former 'arrangements'...i don't really listen until:
him: so do you have a daddy?
me: excuse me?
him, leaning over: you're the type of girls someone could have a fetish about. i bet you like a firm hand.
OH BOY! OH BOY! freaks and the elderly, picking out a china pattern-types or flaky and indecisive. what will they think up next? my favourite line to date is: you're one fit bitch. i'd like to take you home and tie you up.
maybe i should just get a new vibrator.
theme song for the evening: travis- u16 girls
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~Trilo~