Anthony to Mari 6

357 12 2
                                        

The date went down the shitter. I couldn't tell him it was a date! He looked at me weirdly for opening the door for him, and I lost all confidence. I'm a fucking useless person, aren't I?

Oh, I spilt coke on him, too! So it looked like he pissed his pants and was uncomfortable through out the whole movie. I'm a dumb-ass.

I'm going to have to try again. And please don't kill me, Mari; I'm so tired it hurts.

Ant

E-mailsWhere stories live. Discover now