I went to the Shoe Shoppe with a friend from church tonite.
A bachelor party was happening.
A man wearing a crown and a purple feather boa came to our table to say hello.
The bachelor.
He had picture perfect teeth.
He was French.
He flirted with us.
I played along.
My sweetie Rebecca was less than amused.
He was collecting the names and numbers of random girls.
On his arm.
His table of cute friends was cheering him on.
He handed me a Sharpie.
I might have written Megha's home number on his forearm in permanent marker.
2 comments:
...and megha is just so glad you did
I knew she would be.
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