Just A Girl Standing In Front Of A Boy
Wishing He’d Learn How To Read The Room
Thoughts:
****
No, I don’t wanna talk to you
Don’t wanna share a drink
I can tell you’ve had a few
The way you talk to me
You think you’re such a catch
But I got a shot for that
Tinder, real fish or match
Your lines are falling flat
No, I don’t want to see your car
Don’t want you drive me home
I don’t know who you think you are
No, you can’t call my phone
You’re getting on my nerves
Why don’t you move along
I can see you haven’t heard
That’s cause, it’s just a thought
I’ll keep it to myself, just smile and say
No thanks
It won’t matter anyway
Because your manners stink
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Sounds like a typical conversation on a dating site. 😊😊
That's telling him in a way. Good job.
Hehe! Slam! I was hoping for a Notting Hill review yet this will do nicely, Kelli. 🙂
This is brilliant! BTW, do you like Thai food, cause I know a little bistro, baby...
You tell'em, Kelli