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To be cute, I think. He lived a couple of states away so I really was Willa's one and only shot at making it home.
As a result, I started having more dates than free evenings. So he says he's going to get a coffee.
We'll—" "Who the fuck do you think you are? When I smoothly begged off, claiming a study group meeting, she just looked at me blankly--then, I thought, a little menacingly. The word "prostitution" comes to mind Image: When I did, Willa opened her door, grabbed her bag, and took off down the sidewalk.
Who the fuck do you think you are, you piece of fucking shit?
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Indeed, in her mind, I and I alone was apparently to blame for the day's unfortunate festivities. I pulled into the parking lot. Fucking piece of shit asshole. Stop putting "sassy" into your screen name. Happy Valentine's Day, everybody.
And then, and I can barely type this, I actually put my hand in my armpit, pulled it out, and sniffed it. When the light turned green I pulled over in the first parking spot I found, turned the car off, and searched for her up and down the street.
Bring me to a gas station, goddamn it. Of course he did!
He was still taller than me by a few inches, but just less tall. Of course Jared fucking called you!
But the opposite is often the case. I didn't find her so I hopped back in my car and called her phone.
First of all, your screen name. Does your worst date compare to any of these nightmares?
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