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Master Don Juan
One day last week, I was wearing my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles t-shirt. I love this t-shirt - I don't care if it's an objective babe-magnet - since I think it's a babe-magnet, it is one. Anyway, I'm wearing my dorky t-shirt, and a this hot chick from my choir who I have been vainly wishing, as opposed to usefully acting, to get to know better says, "I love the TMNT." "Oh, really? I've never seen the movie." "Yeah, they're great, I've got them at my apartment."
"Oh could I "borrow" them?" I put borrow in quotes, since everybody knows I don't give a sh!t about those crappy movies!
I could feel the tension triple. I gulp. Damn, I hate those moments! She said, "yeah, sure." Then it was awkward. Damn.
After practice, I couldn't find her, although I did find the French chick I'm trying to steal away from her LDR.
Must bring this up with the chick again, then must go to her apartment to "pick them up." That would be good.
"Oh could I "borrow" them?" I put borrow in quotes, since everybody knows I don't give a sh!t about those crappy movies!
I could feel the tension triple. I gulp. Damn, I hate those moments! She said, "yeah, sure." Then it was awkward. Damn.
After practice, I couldn't find her, although I did find the French chick I'm trying to steal away from her LDR.
Must bring this up with the chick again, then must go to her apartment to "pick them up." That would be good.
