Feb
14th
Sun
14th
Much like Matchbox 20, it's 3 a.m. and he must be lonely.
- Dude, out of nowhere, putting his arm around me: What's your name?
- Me: It's, what, 2 AM?
- Dude: Uh, more like 3, closer to 4.
- Me: Yeeaaaaah. Exactly. *bitchstare*
- Dude: [walks away]
