Last Thurs late afternoon at the ice cream counter at the Dunkin on Broadway across from Lexington. You: tall, lanky brunette guy. Me: blonde and wearing a black and white crop top with a white skirt and leopard print shoes.
I got some heavy crazy boy vibes between the yellow hospital grippy socks you were shamelessly rocking with regular clothes and the fact that you ordered rainbow sherbet blended as a milkshake (absolutely bonkers choice), which is the kind of red flag I like to charge right into, but my voice was shot from a recent cold and I felt like a goblin growl might not be the cutest first impression. Anyways, guessing we might be neighbors, so if you wanna eat some ice cream on my roof and tell me how you earned your grippies, hmu.
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