Folks,
Here's one very important thing you must know about me starting right now, or else you'll think the things I tell you will go a different way, I AM NO MEGAN FOX OR MIRANDA KERR. The total opposit at that, I fall almost 5 times a day, I have a laugh that sounds like a dork, I can't eat without getting at least one stain on my clothes, and I most definitly don't look that good in a bikini. With that said, my luck with boys, is very unlucky. Most of the time all of the things I cited just now happen to me when sufficiently attractive men happen to be in my perimeter.
For example:
Last Wedesnday night, my roomate (O) and I decided to take city bikes to get our pizzas we ordered. Now, us, thinking unlogically, attempted balancing 2 pizzas each whilst pedalling down our street. O was ahead of me when I saw to boys pass by her. I couldn't see their faces from that distance, but what did notice was O turning around as they passed by her which only means one thing through her actions. That they were good looking enough for her to move onto stage 2 of her analysis: the butt check. SO understanding that 2 cute boys were about to walk by, and that I had no make up on, was juggling 2 pizzas on a bike, tired to pull myself together. I can't remember what really happened, but I looked O's direction and all of sudden I found myself sideways on the floor, still on the bike technically with pizzas everywhere. Now, if this was that certain time of the month, I'd of probably started crying, but I just started laughing...I mean honestly, who else but me does this type of stuff happen to? Honestly?! So as the boys walked by giving that "iwanttolaughbutshemightgetpissedoff" look, I just looked up said " I'll be fine!" laughing the whole time.
Don't even aske what happened to the pizzas.
This story is way too funny ! :)
ReplyDeleteBut guess what ? I'm as clumsy as you, I always managed to get a door in my face or fall. You're not alone ! Haha
Bisous,
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