Yesterday was the perfect ending to my far from perfect week. I had lunch at Influx (where a ham & brie croissant melt #1 could turn anyone’s day around), witnessed sweaty eye candy at the Und1sputed Ones soccer game, and finished the night off at Blind Lady Ale House with pizza, beer and my girls. And some random dude who joined us at our table. And put his hand on my knee.
The fact that I even mentioned the random dude who put his hand on my knee as one of the highlights should be an indication of how shitty my week really was.
“this is a crap shoot” (while i point to the three of us) hahahhaha!! We can always make more signs and go to the kick ball Vavi game if you would like to get felt up more 😉
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what is it with guys who think they can just put their hands all over you?! i’m telling you…you drive the boys mad with your “sweet aroma” and all your succulent-ness =)
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@jessie: this is why we’re friends lol! and let’s keep it real—by “we” you mean *i* can make signs! damn me and my flawless penmanship. i’m not opposed to going to a vavi kickball game… or getting felt up 😉
@shi: maybe i was sitting with my legs open again, i’m not sure hahaha.
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