My brother texted me this morning:
“Some good-looking girl sat next to me on the bus. She didn’t have to take that seat, there were seats in front and behind. Five minutes in, she drops her coffee lid on my knee by mistake. She apologizes, I said it was fine. Five minutes later, she writes something on the back of a business card, her email and a note saying she’ll pay for my dry cleaning. It was literally a black drop on black dress pants. I think it was staged.”
What man wants this type of woman?
