He was good looking. Really good looking. And tall. And he sat next to me on the plane.
We talked non-stop during the flight. He was charming. Funny. Hot. And tall. And I started to remember what it felt like. Flirting. That initial spark. That first spark that makes you do a double-take. That’s the best moment.
We landed in Las Vegas, and he pressed a speed dial on his cell phone. He left a voicemail.
“Hi honey. I just landed. Be there soon. Love you. Bye.”
Damn.
Rude.
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tammy (and george) said it best
54 minutes ago
5 comments:
What a bastard. Totes not cool.
Think of it as Spring Training for you. You need a couple of warm-ups before you get thrown into the game for real.
Ugh. Hate that.
WTF is he doing making sparks if he's taken?
fucker.
HHH: Totes.
AngryBell: I actually like that philosophy. And it's true. I can use the practice. My game is atrophied.
Five: I know, right? I guess he couldn't help it cause you know, it was me. Lol. I'm going to keep saying that. I need the confidence in me rebuilt.
Claire: Yeah. I like your response too.
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