I barely know you. for all I know, you buy the cheap shit
  when you’re trying to impress someone to get into their
  pants.he wouldn’t be the first she’s met that’s tried that
  particular tactic. as if it matters what you drink when you
  were staring at your ceiling. or their’s. save the imported
  shit for next time.. if there is one.

“if i ever managed to get into anyone’s pants, i’ll let you know.”
honestly, he didn’t really care about getting into her pants at the
moment. nor, did he seem to think it was important, but everything
would come in due time. that he was quite sure of, “either way? i’m
quite sure there will be a next time. you can count on that.”

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