Flirting? No, thank you.

Wednesday on the bus a gentleman came up to me and said “I know you from somewhere, why do I know you?”

My response? “We went on a date once and you called me fat.”

Yes, dear reader, the gentleman to approach me was Mr. “Did you get Skim Milk in your Latte?” from my summer dating blitz.

After my response he went bright red, stuttered a bit and sat down far, far away from me. As for me? The rest of my commute was blissful.

Self High Five.

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