So Snidget was looking cute tonight. She was.
Not in you know... a slutty way... but in a sort of... dirty school girl with an argyle sweater kind of way.
Observe:
See. This is me talking on the phone with Broad.
Here's the story, morning glories.
To make it easier on Boy, I said to him, as I was leaving the office this evening, "Hey... me and some friends are going to Squared tonight, you should stop by."
Ya know... I figure... I'll throw him a bone. Make it EASY.
What does he say?
"Yeah... well... I dunno... I'm kinda tired."
Okay fuck you.
So I go to the bar, meet Andrea. Who shows up? Yeah... Boy.
He's shy and awkward again. Barely speaks. Insists on picking up my tab.
I say, "Ho hum... gotta get on the road... long drive. Think I'll go."
Boy... this is your queue to say "Yeah hey... I'll walk you out."
And then Snidge might or might not allow a little sumpin' sumpin' to happen depending on how smooth you are and also how you look under those ghastly iridescent street lights.
No... he doesn't follow. He stays there!
You know what... I'm tired of this shit.
I have called a moratorium on all gooby boy behavior.
Yes... that's right. Snidge says, that if you like her, you'll just come out and say, HEY! let's go out. Or HEY! I like you... or HEY! You're hot, let's go back to my place.
Because Snidge does not chase. She doesn't. And I'm not making it easy anymore either. You got to spell it out from now on.
Those are the rules. Shyness... bah... whatever. Get over it.
Either fish, or cut bait.
