Post by Babu Baboon on Nov 13, 2023 15:43:06 GMT -6
Saturday night, some pals and I went out to get hammered at a local bar. The next day, I get a text from someone saying "this is *blnk* from the bar. I have a tendency to excuse my high boomer energy and just hand people my phone and let them just put in their number or text me. I was too wiped out to meet yesterday, so I set up a lunch date for today.
As I'm getting ready, I reach into my jeans pocket and pull out a napkin with a phone number that belongs to the person I thought I was meeting. "That one was named Michelle? Then who the hell am I having lunch with?" I made damn sure I was early so mystery date could recognize me first. Luckily, she was cute. But young enough to be my kid. I aint ready to be no sugar daddy. I'll see how it goes. And I still have Michelle's number.[/font
As I'm getting ready, I reach into my jeans pocket and pull out a napkin with a phone number that belongs to the person I thought I was meeting. "That one was named Michelle? Then who the hell am I having lunch with?" I made damn sure I was early so mystery date could recognize me first. Luckily, she was cute. But young enough to be my kid. I aint ready to be no sugar daddy. I'll see how it goes. And I still have Michelle's number.[/font
