Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Dear Bare-Chested Man Wearing Your Shirt On Your Head Who Hit On Me at the Bus Stop on State Street Tonight,

Thanks for the sound advice regarding what to do with guys who aren't, like, totally into me (, man). Thanks for the sight of the compelling tats across your ribs. Thanks for suggesting we celebrate the night (even though I -- rats! -- had to go home and finish some work). Sorry about your girlfriend whose name you overlooked in the canine descriptives you lobbied in her direction. How could anyone not go for a perfect 10 like you, a regular machine gun of profanity?

Above all, thanks for giving me a good story, and for entertaining all the others at our bus stop. Well worth the price of admission.

Hugs & kisses (or rather ... not),
B

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