Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Insistent bar-guy, you are ruining my Indian man fetish.

Seriously, multiple phone calls, text messages and now two emails in one day. I must be smoking hot. But let’s be honest with each other, desperation is a stinky perfume. And I know you might have thought that you smelled it on me last Friday at the bar, but you were mistaken… it was actually just a lot of vodka.

Stupid, stupid vodka.

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