I was making my way into work this morning when a guy who looks like young Marlon Brando grabbed my arm:
Young Marlon Brando: Hi…
Me (pulling arm back): Hi?
Young Marlon Brando: Sorry, this is weird, but do you want to meet me for a drink after work?
Me: Does anyone ever tell you that you look like young Marlon Brando?
Young Marlon Brando: HEY STELLA!!
Me: Hahaha, that’s a yes. I’m Lauren. Do you work on campus?
Young Marlon Brando: No, I’m here on business. Will you meet me?
Me: How about Camden Pub at 5:15?
Young Marlon Brando: Looking forward to it.
And then he kissed my hand and walked away. Smooth. I didn’t get his name. Those eyes. Smooth indeed.
My, young Marlon Brando, what sexy lips you have….is it getting hot in here? No? I guess I did have a lot of coffee, which would explain why I’m so nervous and jittery. Just breathe, Lauren, you don’t even know that guy’s name. I need to keep it together. KEEP IT TOGETHER. I need to keep my legs together. Oh god, I should have worn panties today.
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