I took a casual look around the room, as cool as could
be, but didn’t see Josalyn. What the
fuck?
“Where is she?” I asked Chuck.
As if he fucking knew. It’s hard to spin your head around the room
looking for someone and still look cool, but I was pretty sure I pulled it off
as I looked for Josalyn.
Great. The one
time I decided to throw down the gauntlet and actually try to (well, sort of)
ask a woman out on a date, she didn’t show up.
Of course.
I don’t have ESP.
But I do assume that every woman in the world has ESP, at least when it
comes to dealing with me. How many times
had I seen a girl’s guts clench up like she was about to be hit with atomic
diarrhea when she saw me walking up to her, praying she’d suddenly blend into
the woodwork so I wouldn’t see her and would walk right on by without asking
her out? Every single time I’d
approached a woman, of course. But a
woman who barely even knew me somehow sensing that I was interested in asking
her out before she’d even entered the building, therein knowing to stay the
fuck away? That was a truly impressive
woman. I quietly doffed the proverbial
cap to Josalyn for this, it was as if she…oh, shit, there she was. Fuck.
No comments:
Post a Comment