meANDmyDB7
actually has an FB6 now.
a friend told me she had a nice friend who was my type and was able to set up a date with her for me. of course i agreed. met her, real pretty, but damn, she judged everything in sight. i decided to wear a t-shirt and some jeans thinking it was a casual first meet and greet. she wondered why i dressed this way, why i didn't do my hair, why i have a ricer. she said the ricer thing 15 minutes after meeting, which was at a starbucks because i ain't paying for no dinner, no movie, no bullshit expensive shit for someone i don't know, and i literally called my friend over to pick her up because not dealing with this shit anymore. i left starbucks with a passion fruit tea and was pretty content afterwards.