A couple hours ago I met Hawkins in the lobby of my office building. We walked over to some street in the West Village to have lunch at a quaint little Italian joint called Ino. I’m not sure whether or not it has affiliation with the establishments over in my neighborhood, but it was great nonetheless. My artichoke and fennel pannini was delicious. The point is, our waitress presented me with the perfect chance to ‘Choose Romance’ and I suckered out. Hawkins was pushing me, but I bailed on the whole operation. She was super cute with a great smile and short dark hair; just my type. We had some great interaction, and I’m not talking your usual patron / server conversation. We went back and forth like old friends or ex-lovers. When the check came I glanced over both sides to see if she may have given me her phone number like they do in the movies, (we rolled that well). After we paid the check and stood up to leave she put her hand in the small of my back and it felt electric. Then, like the coward I am, no move was made. This is why the manifesto must be written. This is why Whit and I are ‘Choosing Romance.’ These opportunities don’t come along everyday, but when they do, I need to be ready.
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She spilled water on his leg just so she could feel the bulge. But I will admit, it was electric and I'm about to call Ino right now and get her number for the man.
try and stop me...
BHP -- CALL INO AND GET JAY HER #!!
Jay, rather than crash and burn I think what you did here was set yourself up for the return-that-shall-infect-her-with-glee. When you come back for lunch once more, whether on your own or with someone else (sounds good, invite me, heh) she'll be happy to see you...it isn't like you blew your one and only shot, like you did when the ladies kissed on TV last night. Oh! Oh! Oh! Get it?!
yes, hawkins... get her number. do my dirty work. as for tumbleweed.... i don't appreciate that comment. you know i haven't been able to work one up since we lost the election. hit me where its soft... literally.
Come on, man!! You should choose romance. I myself am choosing Poison (the band). Put your money where your manifesto is.
you should give it a try jenna. i know you're against romance, but the sweet music we could make. umm... well, it wouldn't compare to bret and C.C. but we could come close.
Jay, the problem is you're not seeing the forest thorugh the trees...Hawkins+WestVillage+"QuaintLittleItalianJoint"+FennelPannini+ScaredOfChick...Is it really so hard to see what's going on here?
Jay, the problem is you're not seeing the forest thorugh the trees...Hawkins+WestVillage+"QuaintLittleItalianJoint"+FennelPannini+ScaredOfChick...Is it really so hard to see what's going on here?
as the fog lifts the fag sets in.
i should have known.
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