Hi, I'm the guy you woke up and flirted with on the train last night at around 2am. You invited me back for a drink and I followed you to a shop where you went in to buy cigs (gross btw).
I'm sorry I took off without saying anything, but I wasn't going to stand in the cold like a chump while you gave your number out to that short ghetto dude you met in line. You're not that cute.
I'm sorry I forgot to give you back the two delicious slices of Buffalo chicken pizza that you told me to hold.
But mostly, I'm sorry they gave you a packet of ranch dressing. I don't know how they can make a slice that good and serve it with anything but blue cheese. It leads me to believe that you actually requested it. In which case, I wish you the best in life.
I'm sorry I took off without saying anything, but I wasn't going to stand in the cold like a chump while you gave your number out to that short ghetto dude you met in line. You're not that cute.
I'm sorry I forgot to give you back the two delicious slices of Buffalo chicken pizza that you told me to hold.
But mostly, I'm sorry they gave you a packet of ranch dressing. I don't know how they can make a slice that good and serve it with anything but blue cheese. It leads me to believe that you actually requested it. In which case, I wish you the best in life.
eh.
