On Thursday evening, I invited a boy I'd been seeing out for a drink after work. I sent him a text saying I was in the neighborhood so I could meet within minutes (versus my usual 1 hr. travel time into the city). His response was, "I just started some chores. I have a mountain of ironing to do."
Who knew that ironing was sexier that a date with me?
I deleted his number from my phone, but I'm sure you knew that.
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His next excuse the dog ate his homework :)
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