Finale: Attack of the clones
At least she’s consistent. Consistently late,
Her: “hey can we meet at 6:30pm”
Olive garden @7:20pm:
Me: “Oh hi leia.”
She looks stunning. In her defense, she probably spent a while getting ready because she looked beautiful with her long perfect hair flowing off her shoulders which slightly obscured her low-cut gown…oh lawd. Focus me, eyes up top.
*insert small talk here about her business ideas*
She’s barely eating any of her shrimp scampi dish. I’ve already finished my spaghetti, a strawberry smoothie, a salad, and a couple breadsticks. Hmmm, I think she wants to go? I can’t tell. We get desserts to go.
The End. No we did not live happily ever after. Yes, she’s not interested.