So I’ve been halfway dating a guy for like… two months now. He only has 8 teeth. Yeah, I said eight – as in more than seven and a lot less than 32.
I met him at the bar and have almost had sex with him six times – all while I was drunk. I seem to have the worst standards like… ever – but only when I’ve been drinking. When I’m completely sober, I’m the most shallow bitch like… (also) ever.
Anyway, he likes to spend his money on me – telephones, shoes, casinos, movies, dinners, etc…
So what’s the issue? Well, beside the teeth? He’s married.
Yeah, I said it.
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