A steak dinner
This weekend I told a prospective suitor that I was appalled by his
communication style and therefore could never engage with him again.
This was on Halloween night at 2:45am. I meant to be taken seriously but
when you’re in a flamingo costume that’s hard.
“You don’t understand. I want a man like Steeeeeve McccQueen. Sean Connery! Not now Sean Connery but then Sean Connery. I want a man’s man, a man who takes initiative. A man who looks me in the eyes and says, ‘I’d like to take you out for a steak dinner!’ “*hiccup*
“Well do you even eat steak?”
“No – but that’s not the point!” *hiccup*
Xoxo – Marzipan Moxley http://marzipanmoxley.tumblr.com
“You don’t understand. I want a man like Steeeeeve McccQueen. Sean Connery! Not now Sean Connery but then Sean Connery. I want a man’s man, a man who takes initiative. A man who looks me in the eyes and says, ‘I’d like to take you out for a steak dinner!’ “*hiccup*
“Well do you even eat steak?”
“No – but that’s not the point!” *hiccup*
Xoxo – Marzipan Moxley http://marzipanmoxley.tumblr.com
