At work I have a couple of guys that come in regularly while I'm working, and a couple of them come not only for their whoppers with cheese, but to harrass me when I'm on break. Yesterday, Nick came in, (that's his name), a twenty-six-year-old soldier in the infantry that has on several occasions asked me out. He slid into the booth where I was studying from my AP Government text when he asked me to go see Inglorious Basterds with him after I got off work. (Which I saw last weekend btw.)
Now, I think the first time I meet Nick was four months ago (?), he came in wearing a Slayer shirt and I just so happened to comment on it. Because, lol, who doesn't like Slayer? .. WELL ANYWAY I LOVE SLAYER. So he and I chatted and he asked for my number, I wouldn't give it to him, because I was "on the job" and couldn't get my phone out ( rolleyes ). So instead he gave me his, I lost it and never called him back. Then he came back the next weekend and gave it to me again, and he told me to call him after I got off.
Good or Bad idea, I texted him, honestly saying I had other things to do that evening. So I couldn't call him but I would text him. So we exchanged a couple messages, I learned he liked guns, historical films, heavy metal, his age, ( I thought he was nineteen ), and he invited me to go out to a shooting range with him. Well, I DO LIKE SHOOTING TOO, but, lol, no.
lol, no.
So recap back to the beginning, yesterday, Inglorious Basterds, Nick.
That's basically all that happened the eight hours I was at work yesterday.
Now, I think the first time I meet Nick was four months ago (?), he came in wearing a Slayer shirt and I just so happened to comment on it. Because, lol, who doesn't like Slayer? .. WELL ANYWAY I LOVE SLAYER. So he and I chatted and he asked for my number, I wouldn't give it to him, because I was "on the job" and couldn't get my phone out ( rolleyes ). So instead he gave me his, I lost it and never called him back. Then he came back the next weekend and gave it to me again, and he told me to call him after I got off.
Good or Bad idea, I texted him, honestly saying I had other things to do that evening. So I couldn't call him but I would text him. So we exchanged a couple messages, I learned he liked guns, historical films, heavy metal, his age, ( I thought he was nineteen ), and he invited me to go out to a shooting range with him. Well, I DO LIKE SHOOTING TOO, but, lol, no.
lol, no.
So recap back to the beginning, yesterday, Inglorious Basterds, Nick.
That's basically all that happened the eight hours I was at work yesterday.
