Blind Date
"You're a real jerk.", she says, placing her wine glass on the table.
"No, I'm not a jerk, I'm da bomb!", you say with a slick smile.
"No, you da jerk.", she says with a fake smile.
She gets up and starts walking towards the door.
"Hey, your loss, babe. You're letting the best thing since sliced bread slip right through your fingers.", you call out to her as she leaves the restaurant.
You find yourself alone with your favourite person, yourself! After wining and dining yourself you take yourself home. Who knows, if you treat yourself right, you might just let yourself have your way with yourself.
THE END
"No, I'm not a jerk, I'm da bomb!", you say with a slick smile.
"No, you da jerk.", she says with a fake smile.
She gets up and starts walking towards the door.
"Hey, your loss, babe. You're letting the best thing since sliced bread slip right through your fingers.", you call out to her as she leaves the restaurant.
You find yourself alone with your favourite person, yourself! After wining and dining yourself you take yourself home. Who knows, if you treat yourself right, you might just let yourself have your way with yourself.
THE END
