a diamond in the rough
what not to look for
“Twerking, but not like slutty twerking at the bar with random guys. Well, unless I’m with my friends. We like to do it together sometimes just at one of our houses while we pregame.”
This juicy info only cost me a happy hour beer. I got off easy, sometimes it can be harder to find, even when hidden in plain sight.
Yes, my friends, looks can be deceiving.
Another check signed tip paid, zero plans for a second meetup. Why should I punish myself?
This deep, thoughtful conversation wasn’t held with a 19-year-old ditz. That answer would have been less surprising in response to the “what are your favorite hobbies?” conversation starter. I didn’t prod any further.
Maybe I was wrong and she really was a diamond in the rough. If only I had gone on 2 or 3 more dates to peel back a few more layers of the onion.
I do like onions.
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