So I went out to get the mail and bring the trash can in. The guy in the house that in down the tiny hill from my driveway come out his back door to mess wit his grill (his house faces Long Grass his porch faces my driveway.) Very little eye contact has EVER been made and no words... ever.
Gotta love those interesting first conversations...
Him: "Hey"
Me: "Hi"
Him: "So uh, how are you?"
Me: "Good and yourself?"
Him: "I'd be doing better if I could talk to you."
me: (playing very dumb) "Talk to... me?"
Him: "Yeah, I mean I've been watching and I never see a man come in."
Me: (Didn't feel like this, today.) "Really? You aren't watching hard enough." (And I came inside)
Moral of the story; Never wear your pj bottoms and work out tank outside to get the mail...
This is Almost as bad as my all time favorite pic up line "If you're this pretty when I drunk, imagine what you'll look like when I'm Sober..."
SMDH
