This is how the night usually starts, on the train, so full of hope and vigor and anticipation. What awaits ahead but a question mark. That look usually morphs pretty fast, especially when the people who invited you out in the first place dash the outing before you're even out of the Bronx.
With lemons like that I took my lemonade to USQ park to pal around with whoever will have me and there was a lull spot in conversations where we went separate ways. On my little voyage around the park I had an encounter with a distraught twenty-something who insisted on borrowing my phone, since I felt a slight karmic need to do better in general (and if she tried to make off with it I could probably take her) I handed her my beloved.
She called up a guy named Dave and left him a message, the nature of the one sided conversation made the impression that she needed space but the fact that MY phone is in her possession didn't allow that privacy. Her second call to this Dave person was a little more volatile, she called him an old wrinkly fuck and shouted at him about his small member.
Just when I thought things couldn't get more awkward she decides to call another guy named Danny, who apparently also doesn't think she's hot enough. The situation got really out of hand when she decided to start crying and flailing and the skaters in the background were complaining of their session being ruined.
My phone made it out of this ordeal unscathed but I am definitely done doing nice things and girls named Colleen are on my list of insta-crazies. I've met a few, they all seem to be a little off, what don't I know about this random person?
can you say awkward?
1 Gurgles:
GLORIOUS! totally glorious, and Fantastic - let's just say, it's cause Fernando wasn't there, otherwise he'd roll up on dat bitch and pop her one - yea I said it, I referred to myself in the 3rd person.
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