I just got asked out
Posted by ArmedGeek on Monday, November 2, 2009 in Personal
I’m speechless.
My last couple of trips to the liquor store I’ve spent some time chatting with this little cutie that works there. Well, she seemed young and “college-student”-y so I was charming but not flirty. And here’s the thing … I was totally honest about my drunken hermit status.
Today, I was up there replenishing the stock … and she asked me out. What’s worse is that at the moment I look like I just rolled out of bed. Yet she still asked me out.
I got her phone number. Gonna call her tomorrow.
I didn’t tell her about you fucking morons tho.
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Woohoo! Good luck!
Well, I’m not surprised at all, ArmedGeek. You often have displayed a natural charm in your posts…..
It just resonates with the term, “fucking morons”…
Good luck, sweetie, and I for one shall pray and keep my fingers crossed!!!
From those of us out here on the interwebs that are single, best of luck.
Good for you! Don’t fuck up.
*wonders if ArmedGeek is on a date yet*
Nope. Called her today, she works until late. I told her to call me if she feels like getting together after work.
Well, here’s hoping she calls *crosses fingers*
When will we see a picture of her and her underboobs on here?
just sayin’
Yeah! Underboob photos are a MUST, or you’d just be a big hypocrite.
After all, I posted a photo of my wife in a bikini didn’t I?
That’s assuming I ever actually get to see underboob.
That would make for some pretty snappy first-date conversation.
I can see it now….
“You know, I have a blog, full of fucking morons, and they were wondering if you wouldn’t mind….”
LMAO!!!!
Heh. I’m sure I’ve used worse lines over the years.
What you need is a film crew to follow you on your date… now, that’s the ticket. *heh*
If this plays out right, AhmedGeek could discover the new hobby: beef curtains in blue cheese sauce.
Or more likely, it could play itself out to the worn scenario:
“Chick does strange thing, talking up a suspicious stranger for no apparent reason. Chick loses interest. Suspicious stranger lingers on, hoping for seconds. There are no seconds. Fin. “