It was round about 5:30 in the sundown (or is that afternoon?) and I was walking downhearted a vibrant street in a nice clearing with beautiful homes and apartments. I was just wearing my wash pants and a pink, non-descript top. It wasn't uninterrupted pulled straight, yo.
This dude pulls over his red Honda Community, pops out of the car and throws up the hatch.
"Hi. I can't find my biology book."
"Umm, card. And I can help you HOW?"
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Next he says "I'm shoddy, I've never on this in front. But I saw you walking and you're so beautiful. I mean, I love your top. It's such a great color. (GEE, IT'S Bloody. HOW New.) I just had to stop and talk to you."
I was very kind of freaked out. What with his pursue being open and all. I didn't see any rope or duct tape in gift, but I very didn't get too close to give it a thorough look-over. All I possibly will think was, is this guy trying to pick me up? Do ancient guys remedy to this totally bizzaro dating technique?
He went on to tell me he was in optometry academia and that his name was Louai but I possibly will call him Louie. He told me he was Syrian and that he was in love with chubby blondes.
I don't direct that this chubby fair-haired was in love with him.
I gotta say, he had a cute personality, but I was just kind of freaked out so I tried to be as nice as doable to him for fear no matter which crazy(ier) would crop up.
He went on to tell me somewhere he lived, somewhere he worked, somewhere he was interning, and how he just lucrative cash for his car a few months ago.
He asked me what kind of car I herd, somewhere I worked, and what my earpiece number was.
Foolish bitch that I am, I told him no matter which. I am just a very bad liar, and I was so stunned by the combined shambles that I was excessively loquatious. It was like he had somehow injected me with utter serum or no matter which.
Thank God he didn't ask me somewhere I lived.
Louai went on to talk about fashion, asking what kind of put on I like to fashion and commenting on my come into contact with in gems. He was comparing me to Marilyn Monroe and the ancient great, pare women of the world. It was at that point in the conversation being I was beseeching God to problem me passed on with a lightning gobble.
It's kind of odd. I didn't direct whether to be very freaked out or pleased. This guy was either crazy or had balls the size of watermelons, or perhaps a small bit of all.
He told me he would cart stopped up to talk to me in a bar, so he felt his pulling over on a vibrant street was comparatively right. I cart to say, I kind of question his judgement.
I feel very bad in the role of I'm going to stand him up today. He thinks I'm going to be at a russet shop in Hyde Remain standing, being very I'm going to be either in my bed or on a cross-piece.
I've never stood a guy up in front.
Gee. I very messed up being he asked if I was single.
I possibly will cart held I was dating group. I possibly will cart held I just had a bad break up or that I was a lesbian (nonetheless that's not perpetually a encumbrance, I conjecture) or that I don't date. I possibly will cart been mean and bitchy or played very dumb.
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