If we exclude driving… yes.
I’m pretty sure you have me mistaken for someone else, but don’t let that stop you from continuing to stroke my ego. Also, I’m also glad the person who you’ve mistaken me for is cute enough to bring a tear to your eye… or at least add an apostrophe to your colon, closed parenthesis. This is the extent of my wit. Thank you, and have a lovely day.
Aw. Thank you. it’s nice to know my writing is semi-effective. ;)
Dedicated to a non-specific random someone because I feel like writing something other than my Shakespeare commentary that’s due tomorrow. Yay for procrastination.
Dear Random Anonymous Girl,
In my humble opinion, you’ve got an amazing smile, and my job/mission/responsibility to the world is to get you to show of those pearly whites no matter what it takes. So how do I go about doing that? Well, not to brag or anything but I am horrible at jokes, terrible with pick-up lines and am more than capable of making myself looking like a complete idiot in the hopes to get you to laugh. Trust me, it works.
But that’s not all, I can also juggle one item at a time (two if one of them remains stationary on a hard surface like a kitchen table while I’m juggling the other one), can and most likely will break out into random song at the oddest moments in the hopes that you find my new found confidence kinda cute, and if the occasion calls for it, I will dance. You thought the macerena was just something done in the 90’s? I will prove you wrong. And if you’ve ever watched the scene from Hitch where the guy dances and the entire audience is rolling on the floor laughing? I’ll make him look like Fred Astaire/Gene Kelly/Ne-yo all rolled into one not-so-sexy package.
So what do I do this? Cause like I said, you’ve got nice teeth.
*This post is inspired by The Way You Smile by NewSong ft. Francesca Battistelli and a non-certain random someone.