Earlier today while I was pumping gas, a young guy in a beat-up car pulled up to the pump behind me and asked if I could spare a couple bucks for gas. When I politely declined, he told me, "Damn! You got it going on, Girl! Your man is a lucky one."
I smiled at him and thought to myself, 'I'm really rocking these bermuda shorts from Costco. A guy who hit me up for gas money thinks my imaginary boyfriend is lucky.'
So, I've got that going for me.
Ha! Well can we at least give this lucky gentleman a name?
ReplyDeleteMy imaginary boyfriend is Ryan Reynolds. Since he's imaginary, I might as well go ridiculously big.
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