My husband, not overly sentimental, says to me on Sunday "Aww, did you see that latest proposal video? It's cute."
my story involved mozzerella sticks and they are the key to romance. Scratch that, they are the key to LIFE.
I picked up a lumberjack by walking up to him, snapping his suspenders and saying, "Why are you even wearing these? They're not doing anything." He said, "They're holding up my pants." and I said, "Well maybe they shouldn't be."
I would always go through the line of a particularly cute grocery clerk. One day, I heard him saying he got off work at 12:30 am. About 12:20, I went through his line with some beer and snacks. He said "What are you doing buying beer at midnight?" and I said "Inviting you over when you get off in 10 minutes." He came…
One night I was sitting at a bar just making small talk with anyone who crossed my path and I got to talking to a cute guy about his home improvement projects. He had just completed an install of new hardwood floors. I asked him how far away his place was because I would really like to see his new hard wood...floors.…
This story isn't particularly impressive, but I'm an incredibly shy person at times and it was an unprecedented bold move for me and is a serious confidence booster.
This is only tangentially related, but some guy at a house show asked me: "how many calories do you think you burn during sex." He wasn't trying to pick me up, he just thought he was cool by mentioning sex in a frank way. I said "none because I just lay there" and walked off. For sone reason thinking of that exchange…
There was this guy today at the cafe, where we were the only two people in the room, and he kept on staring at me, while I was eating, doing homework, and using the phone. And as I was using Tinder, I saw his profile, it was quite racially charged and full of fetishization (think confederate flags, Yellow Fever,…
Someone please remind me again tbe reason for this guy's fledgling relevance?
I'm waiting for her to come out with a song actually literally titled "Sam You Piece of Shit."
The thing I loved about Joan Rivers is she had that old school show biz work ethic. Like Vaudeville work ethic, where you take every damn job you can and the only real marker of success is a full calendar.
*It's about Ethics in Our Childhoods.