I had no intentions of knocking you over. Really.
In fact, I still feel bad about it. Bad because you failed to get my number or name. How you must be kicking yourself since then for such an oversight.
I knew you were going down hard. The sound of your head whiplashing against the concrete. That hollow coconut sound it makes just made me cringe. But, I needed to be elsewhere.
True, I was indeed rushed for time, that is the nature of my work but you were an innocent bystander. I'm not sure why I chose Chillers that day.
Yes, the young, all female staff is easy on the eyes and often more likely to obey terse instructions.
They actually complied with my order without a glitch. So my being in a hurry was not on account of them being slow or noncompliant.
But as any entrepreneur will tell you, it really boils down to three pertinent things. Location, location, location.
And this location was too visible. Which, makes for a great ice cream business but not for an armed robbery.
And yes, the gun was overkill but I can be a real drama queen sometimes.
The double scoop superman flavor ice cream landed right in your belly button as you struck the ground. Kind of a hard landing for someone as graceful looking as you are.
But then again I bumped into you with the force of a man running from a crime scene. Mainly because that is exactly what I was doing.
So please stop beating yourself up for looking so ridiculous as you went careening backwards. No one there holds that against you. I certainly don't.
Though maybe, and this is just a suggestion, you might wanna be more attentive to your surroundings. I mean,
I was robbing the place, at gun point, while you stood behind me oblivious and incessantly texting.
The lesson, and yes there is one, is that whoever is on the the other end of a phone can never pile drive you like the one right next to you.
And fate brought you next to me. Also, lock your iphone.
You made an impression, thats for sure. A round dent in the ground kind. Not nearly as big an impression as the pavement made on the back of your melon but then again,
I have those kind of effects on women. So to answer your question ---- I know you are just dying to ask is ---- yes [sigh], I will have sex with you. Thanks also for the phone. ; )
Hit me up and maybe we can go out for some ice cream.
N.
In fact, I still feel bad about it. Bad because you failed to get my number or name. How you must be kicking yourself since then for such an oversight.
I knew you were going down hard. The sound of your head whiplashing against the concrete. That hollow coconut sound it makes just made me cringe. But, I needed to be elsewhere.
True, I was indeed rushed for time, that is the nature of my work but you were an innocent bystander. I'm not sure why I chose Chillers that day.
Yes, the young, all female staff is easy on the eyes and often more likely to obey terse instructions.
They actually complied with my order without a glitch. So my being in a hurry was not on account of them being slow or noncompliant.
But as any entrepreneur will tell you, it really boils down to three pertinent things. Location, location, location.
And this location was too visible. Which, makes for a great ice cream business but not for an armed robbery.
And yes, the gun was overkill but I can be a real drama queen sometimes.
The double scoop superman flavor ice cream landed right in your belly button as you struck the ground. Kind of a hard landing for someone as graceful looking as you are.
But then again I bumped into you with the force of a man running from a crime scene. Mainly because that is exactly what I was doing.
So please stop beating yourself up for looking so ridiculous as you went careening backwards. No one there holds that against you. I certainly don't.
Though maybe, and this is just a suggestion, you might wanna be more attentive to your surroundings. I mean,
I was robbing the place, at gun point, while you stood behind me oblivious and incessantly texting.
The lesson, and yes there is one, is that whoever is on the the other end of a phone can never pile drive you like the one right next to you.
And fate brought you next to me. Also, lock your iphone.
You made an impression, thats for sure. A round dent in the ground kind. Not nearly as big an impression as the pavement made on the back of your melon but then again,
I have those kind of effects on women. So to answer your question ---- I know you are just dying to ask is ---- yes [sigh], I will have sex with you. Thanks also for the phone. ; )
Hit me up and maybe we can go out for some ice cream.
N.
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