After a round of espresso martinis I’m determined to shake up the status quo in order to find myself sauntering up to a lovely man by the club.
Let’s call him Bondi Boy – though together with quick dark locks and no-logo tee he’s the antithesis for the yogi-yuppie label. I’m not exactly yes how exactly we start chatting, but We have an inkling that is horrible’s with me personally squeaking, “You’re attractive!” We banter for a little before he asks for my number and we shimmy back into girls, who will be now madly downing shots of tequila. We awake the second early early morning up to a hefty mind and a phone that is pinging. It’s Bondi Boy: “Hey, desire to get together today?” I accept a coffee date and wander down to meet him by the beach afternoon. He’s shorter than i recall, but my heightism is quickly cancelled away by their nice eyes and our simple connection. Continue reading “Press. App-ily Never After: I Attempted Interested In Prefer Offline”