I've been single for what, three weeks now? I'm already dreading it.
Guy walks into bar. Feels need to put hands on me. I give "Get le fuck off" look. He goes. Comes back. While apologizing for touching me, touches me again. Manages to go touch all of my friends soon after.
I get out of the cab in front of my house. Drunk dudes yelling "Hey baby wanna come with us? Baby come with us yeah"
And the worst part is, I'm pretty sure they have the potential to get even douchier in new york. that special kind of brooklyn douchey on top of your traditional, popped collar douchebag. Oi.
I'ma go eat some thin mints and get my hope back.
1 comment:
Grope, grope, so sorry I touched you, grope grope.
I don't understand people.
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