it must be the hair...

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.