we took the subway and walked what seemed like ten blocks. i guess i wouldnta noticed if i wasnt with a girl. the strange part was walking there i liked her and walking back i didnt.
which didnt mean that i wouldnt have protected her any less if anything crossed our path. to the death. to the pain! but i did walk a little bit apart from her.
we stopped off at the subway sandwich place where they have several different kinds of breads.
she said, my friend told me that im a “solid 8”. can you believe that?
the girl is stunning, but so is a computer monitor when you first get it out of the box. soon it becomes just a computer monitor.
she said again, can you believe that?
i was all, well, there are no tens.
shocked she said, thats what he said.
and ive gotta deduct a half point for not being the slightest bit lesbianic and a half point for not being into anal. which makes you an 8 before we even really get started.
i took a bite out of my footlong. ive been getting footlongs lately. they still cut it in half for you though.
when i looked up i got the sneaking suspicion that i had offended my date. her mouth was wide open and she hadnt even touched her side salad.
aparantly no one had ever even joked about her being less than a ten, which she was, despite her radical heterosexual leanings. the anal could be worked on.
no baby, youre a ten. have no fear. i just dont think i can date a yankee fan.
and later we split a bowl of soup.