The girls at the office decided I was a ‘nice guy’ who had
spent too long without a date. So they dragged me to a club, and left me to
make small talk with the bartender while they scouted for eligible ladies.
First girl they sent over was clearly drunk and possibly
high, so I politely suggested she head home.
The next was thicker than lard, and the final one, we just
didn’t hit it off.
We left, with them looking upset at me. But once I told them
how the bartender had given me her number, they cheered up.
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