Haha, guy who was macking on me at Starbucks. Thank you for telling me that my freckles are hot, that I look like a cool, hip girl and all about your three guitars, the 6 years you lived in Manhattan,how you spent the last month in the recording studio and that your band is about to hit it real big.
But sorry, even though I share a very similar self-assured and cavalier attitude, it just doesn’t do anything for me. It’s not your fault, just maybe if your hair was a little more shaggy, you had thick glasses and we’re a little more charmingly awkward and hadn’t been like, you know, 25-27 years old, I would’ve had more interested in going to your show Monday night. Also you dropped the f-bomb like 20 times and I am a lady, thank you very much.