Blind Date
Sara frowns prettily.
"You don't like my shirt? You want to throw it away?", she asks, confused.
"No, I mean it would look great on the floor next to my bed!", you explain with a sly smile.
"Why, is it the colour? Do they match?", she asks, still confused.
Not too bright, you think to yourself.
"No, I mean that I would like to get you out of it.", you say.
"So you don't like it, you don't want me to wear it.", she says.
Oh oh... a true blond, or an honest mistake?
"You don't like my shirt? You want to throw it away?", she asks, confused.
"No, I mean it would look great on the floor next to my bed!", you explain with a sly smile.
"Why, is it the colour? Do they match?", she asks, still confused.
Not too bright, you think to yourself.
"No, I mean that I would like to get you out of it.", you say.
"So you don't like it, you don't want me to wear it.", she says.
Oh oh... a true blond, or an honest mistake?