Dear Mr. Mexican Man from work,
The other day when you came up to me at work and told me that you mixed (missed) me, I was a little taken back. I didn't know your name, and I'm pretty sure you didn't know mine either-so how could you have missed me? That SHOULD have been a red flag when you asked for my number. But you had just finished telling me this pitiful story of how you had recently moved here from Mikigan (Michigan) and needed some friends, so I was foolish but I gave you my number (hoping you wouldn't call.)
Well, you did call.
Again. and again. Wanting to go out to dinner for ONE HOUR, and you said that you would pay for EVERYTHING. Then you went ahead and told me that you loved me and that you had dreams about me.
Please don't be offended that I hung up on you.
-Whitney
4 comments:
That's funny Whitney! I hope that you are having a good summer, or at least are enjoying the break from school. I sure love ya!
CREEAAPPPSSTTER. O man. I'm sorry!
But funny story!
oh my gosh!! you're kidding right!? hahahaha! that is one awesome story! :)
Yes, you've gotta love those latin lovers. That just comes with the restaurant biz.
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