So I’m sitting at the restaurant waiting for my date to come, and she was late. Not five minutes late, but an hour late! Mind you that it was a first date. So there’s this whole table of really pretty girls sitting next to me.
Conflicted, I thought, “f- it.” I turned around, had a nice little conversation with the hotties, and got one of their numbers all before my date arrived. My excuse for when she arrived to the hotties, “oh…i’m waiting for my cousin.” My excuse for my date, “oh…those were my cousin’s friends!”
Conclusion: I have a date with one of the hotties. The late girl, Jenn, got dropped like a bad habit.