The best way to scare me away for ever is to follow me around the book-shelves in Borders and then come up and ask me where I am from and say: Oh, Sweden, I have been to Scandinavia. To Denmark.
And then start talking about yourself.
Not that I am available to be picked up, but take the advice:
Never chase a girl when she's injecting her monthly dose of literature, and never, ever think that you are that interesting.
Period.
Friday, October 16, 2009
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3 comments:
Hahahaaa!!!!
:-)
Oh dear. That's so weird. Would surely freak me out.
Well, what do you say we start a project and collect bad pickup lines together, we can make a book. I am sure it would be a success! The Sweden thing I probably don't hear quite as often as you do, they normally assume I am not from up there, considering my dark hair and dark eyes, but once they have found out that I am Swedish they anyhow try. But I have a bunch of other horrible ones.
Scaringly often guys bragging about what they do, and how much money they have and how they spend a fortune on stupid things. As if that would be impressive... I am more impressed by guys who can do much with a little. From a money perspective, I mean.
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