Pick-Up Line Fail
Last night, Brooke and I met up for drinks at a place that seemed tailor-made for a East Coast/West Coast duo like ourselves:
What wasn’t perfect was the pick-up line some guy tried to use on Brooke at the bar, after a forty minute conversation about Zodiac signs and astrological charts:
“I am the Vernal Equinox. I AM the first day of spring.”
Cool? You’re also a freak and just got Fake Number-ed.
(Sidenote: I woke up with that fishbowl in my purse. Happy Friday.)