So, as I mentioned yesterday, charlotte and fatima took on the courageous role of straightening my hair, and crazily enough that night, a pretty hot guy (at least 25 years old) came in while I was working. Now I had recognized him as a regular, but he had never struck up a conversation with me before...
This is the jist of what went down...
Him: do u do drugs?
Me: um... no, but i sometimes drink
Him: well u wanna get in my pants?
Me: not particularly
Him: will u let ME into ur pants
Me: no
Him: well... here's my #, in case u change ur mind
Me: WTF? okay...
Coworker: it was the hair
Me: well hot damn
There you have it folks, can I get a drum roll please?
...thank you char and fatima! :)
xoxo, melissa
please note: special thanks to charlotte for finding the divine inspiration for this adapted conversation amidst religion suffocation.
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