So I gave in to the peer pressure and moseyed my ass up to that bar to order a drink.I am not an actress but I was certainly trying to act cool.
Welp, there goes my chances of my fairytale ever becoming a reality-television-tale.
But were talking about someone in the spotlight he has more vaginas laced with hot bodies being thrown at him than balls at a batting cage.
He could have a harem of models that serve coffee during the day, and the working models.
A guy hadnt threatened my cool confidence like that since in sixth grade when one of the cool guys asked me out as a joke just to see if Id say yes, and then laughed in my face when I did.
Either he didnt notice I just spit on him or, hes that much of a gentleman to pretend not to notice. He responded generically to my generic question, A cucumber margarita. Sometimes, my body lacks the filter that seperates thoughts between the mouth and the mind.