PhillipeDigonio1

We can go somewhere low key, like in-n-out, for drive thru. You‘ll drive (my license is suspended). As we pull up, you can tease the dapper boy with a low cut blouse. Then, we’ll park and drink shakes—no eating food for you on dates (or ever). I’ll twirl your hair, and then pull hard to make you hand over the milkshake. We can listen to music; I DJ in my spare time at Mom’s Basement. We can talk about my life, then move on to you: spit or swallow? That should hit talking about you. I’ll drop my drawers. You can drive me home. I’ll hop out and apologize for forgetting my wallet.