Last summer, I was at a free concert, in Brooklyn, NY.
A guy I know, from the singles' dances, talks to me for a few minutes.
He always tells me how he's trying to meet. He's always on the "hunt". Can you blame him?
A girl I know sees me with him and says hi to me.
She never spoke to me when she saw me.
The two of them start talking and exchange numbers.
I found out they were dating.
I really punched myself out, the night they exchanged numbers.
He's not in-cel, but very close. He's had a few dates, and probably sex in the past.
He's no Ricky Ricardo, but he's not Frankenstein either.
He's my age, half bald, thin build, glasses, small frame. Not what MOST girls would want.
The girl was not pretty. Early 40's. Old for you, but young for me; Glasses, gums show when she smiled, Normal, but very awkward.
She would've made me very happy
Let me throw in a Suicide Fuel in the tag.
A guy I know, from the singles' dances, talks to me for a few minutes.
He always tells me how he's trying to meet. He's always on the "hunt". Can you blame him?
A girl I know sees me with him and says hi to me.
She never spoke to me when she saw me.
The two of them start talking and exchange numbers.
I found out they were dating.
I really punched myself out, the night they exchanged numbers.
He's not in-cel, but very close. He's had a few dates, and probably sex in the past.
He's no Ricky Ricardo, but he's not Frankenstein either.
He's my age, half bald, thin build, glasses, small frame. Not what MOST girls would want.
The girl was not pretty. Early 40's. Old for you, but young for me; Glasses, gums show when she smiled, Normal, but very awkward.
She would've made me very happy
Let me throw in a Suicide Fuel in the tag.
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