Sometimes I get the itch to go out for a drink thinking I might miss meeting the woman of my dreams, but then I realize the woman of my dreams isn’t at a bar at 12:36 on a Wednesday morning. No, the woman of my dreams is asleep in bed with her lame boyfriend she’s only now beginning to see is…
The more I learn, the more I fall in like (No, not love. That would be…creepy). Currently seeking a John Mayer double for my personal life enjoyment. If anyone knows of said person’s existence, please advise.
