She was outside on her cigarette break. Like, this chick was smokin'. It was smack dab in the middle of July, so I mean. This girl was hot. I was already in love. She was into math like me.((Not that I'm math, but that I also enjoy it)) Angles specifically. A cute girl like that doesn't come around every day. Sadly, she was smoking very close to the building, so someone called the fire marshal. I mean, she was fined.
We went to a circus. I told her some carney jokes. You know the ones. The ones about cannibals eating clowns, when they ask if it tastes awful? Or, "what's the difference between a bearded lady and a bud light?" "Bearded ladies won't make you believe bud light is a good beer."
After that she got a call and started to act funny. Like Jim Carey, but without the timing. She left after that. I never saw her again, but that won't change the fact that I loved her. Only a quarter through my life and I was changed. People say experiences like that are a dime a dozen. I only needed the one.
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