Walking down the street the other day with Becky, we approached two men our age, who appeared way too drunk for a Wednesday evening.
(HEY, we all gotta let loose sometimes, right?)
As we pass by them, I know one of them is gonna say something, so I gear up for STRANGER-TALK (My favourite!)
"HEY, can I buy you girls some breakfast?" yells one of the men. I hate when guys do this. Breakfast now? Or breakfast in the morning after you've successfully brought me home? I AIN'T SO SLOW, DRUNK MAN.
"FOR SURE, BUDDY, give me a call some time!" I yell back at him, as Becky keeps ushering me further down the sidewalk.
"But I don't have your number!" Smart cookie, this one.
"Sure you do, its written on the bus-stop bench two blocks down the street!"
"Oh. Thanks!"
/EVADED
#2. The Right Way:
Larissa:
My friend picked me up while I was outside and attempted to carry me inside the bar again, but since he's 6'3" he almost rammed my head into the top of the door frame, but I grabbed onto the door and went "NO!
Jon:
I'm like 6'5" so id bump your head into the heavens where you belong baby
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1. Compliments 2. Sentimental thoughts 3. Go in for the kill.
Hey you have a really pretty smile! Do you ever feel like there's so much more to life than what we know? So you gonna blow me or what?
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