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Shucks
By Adam Blue | February 29, 2008
So today I woke up, slapped on some torn up jeans, and threw on my work-out shirt to go get a hair cut. I get the cut, start heading home, then realize I need to stop for some razors. I go into Tom Thumb as quickly as possible. Here’s the thing. When I go out, I like looking nice just incase I run into a hot girl. But I just got my haircut, so I have hair folicles everywhere, it’s half-wet, and I’m dressed like a homeless person. So as I’m walking to the razors, what do I see? Probably one of the hottest girls ever. So I go, “fuck”. She’s fumbling with the razors because apparently now they are in some odd contraption in which you have to turn a dial and open a drawer to get them. Yeah.
So I walk over there…looking to the side, trying not to make eye contact. I say, ‘Wow..that looks scary…I wouldn’t even know what to do’. And she says something like ‘yeah’, or…something, but I think she giggled so that’s good. Anyway, I tell her I’d give it a shot, and all I really did was open the drawer and get it…yeah I don’t know why it worked like that, but ANYWAY…the entire time I’m looking away. I can’t let her see me like this. Then she turns to walk away, and that was just as good.
But, if I had been dressed up, like in my suit, it would have been on.
But then I started thinking…she was buying a men’s razor too. So unless girls like Gillette Power Fusion or she’s just helping out her dad…she’s probably taken. Which wouldn’t be so bad except she’s going out of her way to do something for her man so it’s probably serious.
Either way, it’s always best to look nice.
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