I met a guy at the bar this weekend... seemingly decent. I am not one for bar pickups, but every girl likes to be told "you are beeeauuutiful" even if it is through drunk lips and eyes. Whatever... he had all of the superficial qualities I look for in a potential... but I couldn't get past his name
Alberto
Ah-bayre-toe
I was waiting for him to stop buying drinks and then wash my hair and show me how shiney it could be.
I couldn't imagine calling mumsy and popsicle "yes, I am bringing him home. Al-bayrrrre-toe"
I'm shallow
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