Friday, October 29, 2004

 So Jer, aka J-Rome aka G-Unit, said he's taking me salsa dancing. J's supposed to come, too, but the G-Unit said J will expectedly crap out of it, and that for me... there will be absolutely no discussion. At least that's what it sounded like. (Poor boy, he doesn't know me - even the superficial facade - if he thinks it'll be that easy.) And of course, after my withering look, he offered this compromise: if I forgive his sweaty hands, he'll forgive me for not knowing how to dance.

Really... how does a girl turn down an offer like that?

|| posted by Pooh at 7:32 PM ... ||

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