So at work there's this guy names Clay. He's a bit of an asshole. Always making a big deal about being hard on the older boys because he doesn't think us womenfolk in aftercare can keep them in line. That kind of thing
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Baby, I'm sorry I've never offered to let you wash my truck. I was going to, it's just... I wanted to save it for our next anniversary. The cat's out of the bag. I can't let this debonair suitor whisk you away with his charms! I relent.
You know, I always get hit on by the old man types. Like the grandpas who are just being cute but kinda creepy, to the sleazy old-enough-to-be-my-dad set who try to buy my movie tickets when I'm out (with my mother!). But this is the first from the 30ish single parent set. And while the others I kinda assume think I'm older than I am, he definately knows that I'm only 20.
Which makes it so much worse, somehow.
I'll wash your truck. Considering how much of my stuff it's lugged around Savannah, I prolly owe it a scrub down.
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also, what does this clay person look like? you should see how i'm picturing him right about now....
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more tall, slightly attractive, greasyish black hair slicked back, maybe the type of guy who wants to bring back the miami vice look.
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I feel your pain, hon. This seems to be the summer of old man love. Gah.
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Which makes it so much worse, somehow.
I'll wash your truck. Considering how much of my stuff it's lugged around Savannah, I prolly owe it a scrub down.
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