There she is. The girl of your dreams. She’s standing in line at Starbucks pondering over whether to get the caramel macchiato or the triple-shot expresso. Fortunately, you’re rocking the new khaki blazer from Banana Republic and quickly pop a Listerine wafer into your mouth. “The pastries look especially hot today” you remark. She turns around, blinks twice, and answers “why, yes they are. Really hot.” She smiles and flips her hair over her ear. You make a quick joke and she laughs. Not a regular laugh, but the I-want-you-to-ask-me-out laugh and you oblige.
Your last relationship turned ugly when your ex left you when she could no longer hold back her feelings of inadequacy when gazing upon your chiseled body. You know its time for new beginnings. It’s been a while since you’ve been on your first date, so you need a refresher course. No worries, because you read this
had pasta on my first date with esther. flatulence was definitely a problem that night.
but then again, flatulence is always a problem for me
Ummm… yeah. Thats hot.