Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Dear Bree

Dear Bree,

Here's the thing.

I can certainly understand going out clubbing. I can understand flirting. I can understand liking that cute guy who bought you the Apple Martinis, but when he asked you for your phone number, and you decided you had second thoughts . . .

Why the heck did you give him my phone number?

He's calling every night when the bars close. That would be 2 in the ay-em.



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Give him my phone number - that should lose him forever :-D
No! No! Pick me! Give him MY number!!
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