Saturday, July 16, 2011
Red Flag "After Hours Guy"
I was in New Orleans and I met this really cool guy from Arizona I nicknamed After Hours. We only went out after hours. After Hours would always ask me stupid questions. Red Flag. I don't know if After Hours asked stupid questions because it was After Hours or because he was stupid. I was telling After Hours how much I love Lenny Kravitz's music. After Hours asked me who would I rather sleep with him or Lenny Kravitz. I'm thinking stupid question. Duh, Lenny Kravitz. After Hours gets all upset. I tell After Hours he shouldn't ask questions that he doesn't want the answers too. I tell After Hours I have to go to Europe. After Hours asks me would I rather go to Europe or visit him in Arizona in August. I'm thinking another stupid question. Europe or Arizona in the summer. Duh, Europe! I can't have a summer boyfriend in Arizona. It's so hot in Arizona you can fry an egg on the sidewalk. After Hours Guy. Red Flag.