This is almost exactly how it happened with me and Eric.
Except instead of him sketching our romantic moments on the wrapper of the gum, he asked me to spit it out, told me I’m disgusting, and compared me to a cow.
Otherwise the same, though.
This is almost exactly how it happened with me and Eric.
Except instead of him sketching our romantic moments on the wrapper of the gum, he asked me to spit it out, told me I’m disgusting, and compared me to a cow.
Otherwise the same, though.
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.