So…I broke up with the “Don’t Know What to Do” guy. Instead of calling him The Last Guy, I think I’m going to have to rename him Failure To Launch. That’s a whole other story for another day.
Another guy has asked me out recently and his name is “John.”
I have had all the bad luck I can possibly have with “John’s,” so I’m wondering if I should even attempt to go.
(Look for The Crapper and The Chemist stories soon!) Those idiot douchebags are “John’s,” too.
I’ll probably say “yes,” to this guy and only due to the fact that his baby blues are mesmerizing. He did say that I wouldn’t regret our date. Damnit!
I’ll let you know about it, soon.