"Want to dance?" "Great, go dance then so I can talk to your friend." - m4w
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From what I thought to be a clever introduction you received as rude. I was not trying to offend you, in fact I did what I felt needed to be done, to remove your friend from the situation so you and I could meet. Fate only occurs to those who are willing to take the initiative.
What you may have seen as impolite, I saw as having no other choice. The girl which you chose to hang around would not leave your side. She had a menacing face and deemed more as a body guard then a girl who would enjoy sleep-overs and underwear clad pillow fights. You are intimidating enough, I feel, without that girl I call body armor seeping around you, repelling all men who wish to provide a nice bed for you to sleep in, a nice meal for you to eat, a nice orgasm for you to reach.
While I only got this one line out, and you only got that one slap in, I would like to give you another chance. To be understanding is a quality which I think you would admire, and here I am, waiting, open arms, for you. However, I so earnestly request you do not bring your hobgoblin of a friend along with you. While she admittedly likes to dance, I'm not sure that would leave much room on the dance floor for us. She does not need to be dancing in the first place. My recommendation for her is a shake for breakfast, and shake for lunch and a sensible dinner, instead of that horrible impression of the "running man" I saw her doing later that night.
You however, my dear, need no recommendations. You seem perfect in every way. Me, on the other hand, I am not. I am missing that special person, that special girl, that exclamation in my life which completes all sentences and all adventures. I am missing that ornament for my shoulder, for my car, and most importantly my bed.
Please give me another chance, just one, I don’t think it is too much to ask.