If you're a single guy in Van and you can't find a lady, it's not them. IT'S YOU.
Sometimes, I talk to a stranger online who has been led to believe that I am being fellated by my daughter while we speak.
 

Something about you stuck...

You: tweed jacket, daisy in your lapel. Me: dark curly hair, cream trench. I was with my best friend, out for a birthday stroll. You stopped me to tell me I am beautiful and then asked me out, leaving me shy and flustered. I said no, but something about you stuck, maybe the softness of your face. Can I change my mind and have your number please?
When: 
2012-04-08 07:00:00
Where: 
Starbucks on Robson
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