Men! There is a new way to pick up a chick. Wait until she leaves her car parked in the garage and passive-aggressively leave a note on her windshield, like so:
Seriously. I’m surprised there’s not a winky emoticon on the note. As if I would misunderstand his request for a mustache ride or something. But to be fair, I had a dress on, and he helped lift my bike into the rack on my car (I changed after brunch in the car). For that, I appreciate the neighborly offer. And oooh, look: proper use of “you’re.” Solid. To be certain I would have no problems in communicating him, I received his building number, his phone AND his e-mail address. But “M.” obviously means he missed my first name.
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