What Not To Ask The Girl You’re Hitting On At The Train Station
An unauthorized guest post (don’t call it a reblog!) from lenachen:
“Do you live alone?”
Actually, no. I live with a man who’s 6’ 2”, muscular, intimidating, and conveniently out of town if you plan on following me home. Not that the latter piece of information needs to be shared.
(P.S. It is super creepy that you patted at the seat next to yours when we entered the train and even creepier that you moved next to me when I didn’t sit next to you. Also, I really didn’t feel like sharing my Nerds candy, but thanks for holding your hand out for it anyway. I so need to buy pepper spray.)
