This is how my other night went:
Cute boy: “Hey, I’m charming and handsome and say all the right things”
Me: “Indeed, and you also look a bit like Ryan Gosling”
Cute boy: “Let me buy you a drink and then put my arm around you.”
Me: “All right”
Cute boy: leans in seductively (insert inappropriate question he then asked about my vagina)
Me: “And we’re done here.”
P.S. I’ve been asked since posting this why I didn’t throw the drink in his face. That just seems like a waste of a good gin and tonic.
(The following P.P.S. is rated R. Also, Mom and Dad, please don’t read it.)
P.P.S. I am loving all of you fantastic men who have responded on twitter with outrage at this douche baggery behavior. You all rock my world!! But, many of you have asked specifically what sort of inappropriate question this Ryan Gosling look alike fella could have asked about my vagina.
He wanted to know if I was a squirter.
True story. Most baffling was that he seemed to be under the impression that asking this was going to work out in his favor. I like to think it did. I’m classy and DIDN’T throw a drink in his face!
This is case in point why I prefer being single.
P.P.P.S In my daily perusal of stats for this blog, I discovered that someone found this blog by searching “squirter girl.” It seems I have officially reached my internet low.