The following conversation occurred today at approximately 10:05 am, when a man in a pink floral shirt and really nice shades came to the window for no other purpose than to exchange these words:
"Hi, miss, are you married?"
"Am I what?"
"Am I married? No..."
"Can I take you out to dinner?"
< shocked pause >
"I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that, but-- [thank you]"
"Aww, for real? Well, he is a lucky man."
"Thank you, I'll be sure to tell him that."
Good to know I've still got it.
Too bad I had to lie to the man, but damn if "I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that" isn't the best line to use to get you out of a sticky situation. But for real, someone would have to be very lucky to catch this! That, or very genuine, honest, caring, supportive and considerate.
And paid, too.
Let's not forget paid.
I mean, money's not everything, don't get me wrong, but love pays no bills.
Oh, and would learn to frackin' put the seat down. If I ever have my own place, I'm having a urinal installed in all the bathrooms.