The story of what happened to me at the gas station tonight: I am standing at the counter when a pretty cute guy walks in and proceeds to STARE at me....do I question the intent behind his looky loos?? NO, I immediately get cocky and assume that he is staring because he thinks I am.....B-E-A-UTIFUL!!!! Sooooo...He continues his ocular fixation, his eyes now boring holes into the side of my head. The next time I glance over at him he is obviously trying to get my attention....waving his hand slightly in my direction... AGAIN Amanda, Miss Cocky McCockerton, now thinks uhhh huuhhh, you think im gooorgeous.... you want to dateeeee me, you want to marrrrry me, you want to kisssss me. I make eye contact.....and smile....finally our mystery man speaks and reveals his motives.....Excuse me maam, but you have a cricket crawling in your hair... THERE WAS A CRICKET IN MY HAIR AT THE GAS STATION YALL! I FREEZE, all thoughts of batting eyelashes and flashing pearly whites have left my mind and all that is left is SURVIVAL! I close my eyes and begin to beg Oh, please get it! Get it! GET IT!!!! Our kind mystery gentleman removes the crawling demon spawn from my wind blown locks and proceeds to never so much as GLANCE in my direction again....Thatll teach me to be vain wont it!!!!!!! hahaha!!!
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 04:03:28 +0000
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