Sunday, November 21, 2010
him: the guy with the dreadlocks?
me: and the neck tattoo, don't forget the neck tattoo*.
me: he's... interesting
him: if by interesting you mean kind of creepy.
me: yeah, a little bit. He seemed nice though.
him: yeah, but she's....
him: no... She's...
me: a little older than him?
him: you think so? I thought she was younger than you.
me: thanks a heap, but no, her oldest is 17, unless she started when she was in junior high, she's definitely older than me. And you can't tell from far away, but she wears a lot of makeup.
him: Oh. Well, anyway, she's...
me: oh, geez, just say it, she's ridiculously hot. It's not like I hadn't noticed. In France, she'd be called la renard, hunted with only her cunning to protect her... If she were president, she'd be Babraham Lincoln...
him: I get it. And she totally is.
* obviously, I like tattoos, but once you make that decision to get a design permanently marked on your neck (or face)... well, you can't really uncross that line