I am dreading writing about this one guy we met that we couldn't shake. He asked me what my name was, and because I hoped not to see him again, I came up with the fake name of Claire. He asked me if I wanted a drink and I told him no thanks. He asked, "why?" And I said I don't take drinks from strangers. Then he told me his name (which I forget) and that "now we aren't strangers anymore."
Monday, October 31, 2011
Good Times & Cheap Wine
I am dreading writing about this one guy we met that we couldn't shake. He asked me what my name was, and because I hoped not to see him again, I came up with the fake name of Claire. He asked me if I wanted a drink and I told him no thanks. He asked, "why?" And I said I don't take drinks from strangers. Then he told me his name (which I forget) and that "now we aren't strangers anymore."
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