We met at an Irish public house, the kind with no chairs and wood everywhere. I admired your youth and vitality, as well as your discerning palate: top shelf vodka to go with your Redbull. You asked me if I wanted to dance...that is, after the guy you were with went to the restroom. Forgive me for having intruded into your personal affairs, a thousand apologies...but I did have to know who he was. I explained to you my position on getting punched in the face. You laughed, explaining "Oh, that's my sister's boyfriend." Your sister was nowhere in sight. After a few more minutes, I was too.
There is no way we will commence or continue dating. Why? I think you know why. But just in case, here are some of the reasons.
**These stories are all true, and happened to real people. Names and dates have been removed to protect the creepy.**
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
You were O'Sketchy.
We met at an Irish public house, the kind with no chairs and wood everywhere. I admired your youth and vitality, as well as your discerning palate: top shelf vodka to go with your Redbull. You asked me if I wanted to dance...that is, after the guy you were with went to the restroom. Forgive me for having intruded into your personal affairs, a thousand apologies...but I did have to know who he was. I explained to you my position on getting punched in the face. You laughed, explaining "Oh, that's my sister's boyfriend." Your sister was nowhere in sight. After a few more minutes, I was too.
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