Today I can't help but feel like a damn fool, I dressed to impress but came out a mess. I decided dressing nice on a Monday is nothing but a good idea. I have a button down blue Vans shirt that my Nana gave to me and it screams nothin' but swag. It used to scream overweight, but I've slimed down a but since June. I wore this shirt knowing that its one of my nicer shirts, which means I should value the day I wear it. Next door to Papa Johns is Mel's Meals and at Mel's pretty girls roam. Women shouldn't be judged, but damn next door there is an A- and I can't avoid her. She'd be an A, 10/10, 5 stars, 2 thumbs way up, if I knew her. I'm all about improvement, so I want to see her A- become an A, naturally, so if I have to spend money on food and drinks to make myself known I will. I'll also crash and burn asking questions if I'm nervous. I want to know her age, but I don't, I know where her brother and sister live, but not what her favorite color is. And that is why I felt like a damn fool, I dressed nice only to ask foolish questions and I can't help but think, doesn't she know I cum only for her and not the shitty health food Mel supplies. She's gotta throw me a bone sometime, instead of givin' it.
I have to go to work now, but expect more personal posts about women in the cuming future.
