I have been running into the same, very cute brunette girl in the gym throughout the past couple of weeks. And much to my surprise, she has made the effort to actually talk to me. Anyway, on Saturday she dropped from being the perfect 10 to more of a very descent 7. Her wearing a rather revealing shirt, I recognized that she had a few tattoos on her chest. I was quite disappointed, as I was already thinking of different parties that I could invite her to. And girls with tattoos on their chests usually scare the crap out of me.
Anyway, I saw her at the gym tonight again. And this time she was covering her ink-covered upper body. Ah, I thought maybe I should ask her out. What the heck. I don’t have to marry her.
So as I walk up to her, I decided that it might be a good time to drop the “what do you do for a living” question. Well, here is the dialog:
Mario: Hey, how are you doing?Tattoed girl: Oh, hi Mario? What’s up. M: Not much, just got out of the office. Gonna work on sculpting my Biceps Femoris. Tg: (Complete silence) M: Anyway, so what do you do for a living. I see you hear at all times of the day. Tg: Oh, I am a dancer. M: (Ok, she doesn’t necessarily have to be a stripper) Really… what kind of dancing. Tg: I used to strip in Vegas. Now mostly private parties around the area. M: (Complete silence)
So no, I didn’t ask her out. And the “biceps femoris” is a muscle in your hamstring. And no, I won’t be making that joke again.