That moment when you enter a Gymboree for your friend’s kid’s 1st birthday party while simultaneously checking a dating app message from a guy that says “I can tell you have luscious tits.”
I’m at a weird place in my life.
That moment when you enter a Gymboree for your friend’s kid’s 1st birthday party while simultaneously checking a dating app message from a guy that says “I can tell you have luscious tits.”
I’m at a weird place in my life.
Guy: “Do you have gum in your mouth AGAIN?”
Me: “Oh. Yeah. I’m an after-dinner gum chewer. Force of habit.”
Guy: “Well would you mind spitting it out?”
Me: “Sure. Sorry. Is it distracting?”
Guy: “No. It’s disgusting.”
Oh.
That moment when you walk by the piece of gum you spit out onto the sidewalk mid-goodnight-kiss last night.