Walking home, lost in reverie, spitting distance from the sanctuary of my front door.
"Hi!"
Oh FUCK.
Five stiff and awkward minutes later she left with my phone number and a vague promise to meet her for a drink.
I'm such a sack. Why do I keep doing this?*
*I have form.
"Hi!"
Oh FUCK.
Five stiff and awkward minutes later she left with my phone number and a vague promise to meet her for a drink.
I'm such a sack. Why do I keep doing this?*
*I have form.
