THE SUNDAY PULL: prime time
Guy on 2 Train: Damn girl, you musta been looking real good in your prime!
(Silence)
Guy on 2 Train: But I bet you’re still freaky like back when. I’ll let you give me your number.
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when was this? please don’t tell me this was years ago.
What a charmer!!
I hope you didn’t take his number and if you did, I hope you don’t call him. He is insulting and will treat you awful if you do. You’ve been warned.
dessi–Like 2 years ago, when I was obvi past my prime!
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Peterfrank– I know ;)
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Don– Of course I didn’t take his number. but thanks for the warning :)
I’d have taken the number, lit it on fire, used the flame to light my cigarette and blown the first puff straight into his eyes, Evil Vixen-style.
Err…once I got off the train that is.
Damn, that was much better before I considered the logistics…