We went back to her place score and her boyfriend was passed out on her stoop.
I went home alone.
No, I don't want to give you my number.
No, I actually didn't want you to come grind on my booty in the middle of da' club.
No, I don't think you're cool.
Don't pick me up: Stories of How NOT to get the girl.
1 comment:
haha...
hey I read your blog regularly although I dont comment...
These are brilliant "dont pick me ups" !!
you should think of publishing them, if you havent already!!
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