Overheard at work (by customers):
“Ok, so I slept with a dad…whose son was 4 years younger than me, so what?”
“How old do you think he is, 15?”
“Yeah about that, he’s perfect for you”
“I might like them young but they have to at least be legal! Young & Legal are my two prerequisites.”
because we’re classy like that.
In other news, non-date #2 (aka. just friends) went down last night and included a rather chaste homework portion of the date, pizza and all three episodes of the new season of The O.C. – which I’m having a hard time getting into, but perhaps it was the company.
[Ed. We also managed to cram in the entire second season of Weeds
without any hanky panky]
So far so good.
Sometimes my lack of resolve astounds me…
[Ed. 2 This is for The Pansy to distract her from saying ‘I told you so’]