Hot Boy I've been eyeing around town for two months talked to me today. We got pizza at Benny Tudino's (Home of America's Biggest Slice). He ate two big-ass slices and bought my slice.
HB: So what do you do?
Me: I work for a teen magazine. I'm a writer.
HB: Oh, my girlfriend's a writer. She works for The Queens Ledger-Times.
Me (Fuuuuck.): Oh, that's nice. So, how'd you meet her? I find it so hard to meet people here!
HB: Blah blah blah. Blah blah. But you're so, uh, sweet. You'll be fine, believe me. You're a sweet girl.
Fuck you. Fuck you and double fuck you. Story of my God-forsaken LIFE!
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