February 17th, 2012

inside the mind of the flirting male

what we want to say: oh (insert girls name here) Come with me, yes I, as we stroll blissfully underneath the light of the blood orange swept sunset, hand in hand, arm in arm, your head gently nestled within the welcoming curvature of my warm, tender shoulder, as we spend the night delighting in Salvador dali, Schubert and Sauvignon blanc. We will laugh through the night, delighting in racountourish anecdotes, enjouing spontaneous erruptions of tomfoolery and other such hijinks. Then, as the dark blanket of night begins to fall over the spotlight of our romance, we will fall into a soft embrace into each others heavenly arms and spent the remainder of eternity basking in love and tranquility.

what we actually say: come with me to nandos. then we will go back to mine where i will attempt to kiss you as you phone the police reporting sexual assault.

  1. i-wanna-be-on-you reblogged this from iwittythefool
  2. alecsamarie said: 1) Amazing writing 2) Bless this post.
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  4. specialedwashere said: Dude no wonder you’re not getting anywhere…Dont tell them to call the cops, let them come to that idea themselves (it takes them longer)
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