Dear Georgia,
As in the nation, not state famous for their tasty peaches.
You didn't look like your picture exactly. Happened to me last night, but in a good way.
You ordered beet salad and I ordered bacon mac and cheese. Off to a good start. What else is a girl supposed to eat when she's still recovering from the previous night's Tinder?
You peaked my interested when you divulged your past as a professional soccer player in Portugal. Point. You also peaked my interest when you told me about your near death experience with some blood thirsty thugs. Apparently Georgia has had some turmoil. Hence the migration to 'Merica.
I was absolutely impressed with your poker face as we each downed about 6 whiskeys. Well played sir. I rarely meet my match.
You've texted me a couple times inviting me out, but I'm a busy girl in high demand. Perhaps one of these days I'll slow down and take you up on another Tinder challenge. After all - I do like games.
Hope you have better luck shooting next time Georgia.
BWinTBC
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