It is almost four AM. I got COMPLETELY snubbed by the dame who initiallly invited me out, and acted like a complete ass the whole time, so I ignored her.
What a RIGHTEOUS decision I made.
Instead of hanging out with Ms. Illiterate, I met a gorgeous, GORGEOUS dame (with real fangs!) that:
a.) has played classical piano since she was five;
b.) went to school for organic chemistry and biologia,
c.) is FUCKING GORGEOUS,
d.) gave me her number,
e.) loves poetry (and even quoted me Wordsworth and exceprts from Hamlet), and
f.) asked me to call her to go on a picnic with her so that she could read me the poetry that she loves.
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. Fuck that other boring slop. This dame is MINE.
What a RIGHTEOUS decision I made.
Instead of hanging out with Ms. Illiterate, I met a gorgeous, GORGEOUS dame (with real fangs!) that:
a.) has played classical piano since she was five;
b.) went to school for organic chemistry and biologia,
c.) is FUCKING GORGEOUS,
d.) gave me her number,
e.) loves poetry (and even quoted me Wordsworth and exceprts from Hamlet), and
f.) asked me to call her to go on a picnic with her so that she could read me the poetry that she loves.
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. Fuck that other boring slop. This dame is MINE.