A wise man once said that the course of true love does not run smooth, and he was correct. I shudder to think what he would have to say about this story...
Once upon a time a sprightly young lady was..(ok it was me)...I..was conversing with a young gentleman who shall henceforth be known as Arty Fringe Guy. AFG was lovely. He talked about art and photography in such earnest yet animated tones that it was clear there were parts of his soul that had not yet been crushed by groaning yoke of adulthood. I tried to keep up and impress him by saying things like "yeah... apertures...darkrooms...uh huh. I love David Bailey".
It was all going rather well. That is, until he leaned in dangerously close...part of me thought "woah there, hun, I mean it's not that I'm not flattered but this is a place of business!" (Did I mention we were in the staffroom at work? Cause we were)..but then again I also thought fair enough, can't complain, he is AFG after all. It became abundantly clear pretty quickly, however, that his intentions were not romantic when he said this:
"Are your teeth...bleeding?"
There are multiple tomes on dating and the best way to attract members of the opposite (or same) sex..none of them advocate bleeding from the mouth in such a way that you look like a vampire. People may say want to bang Edward Cullen but it is not the same thing. (I don't want to admit to watching Twilight, but on the Edward/Jacob debate..maybe just pick a guy who isn't a mythical creature? Just a thought.) Needless to say, AFG pretty much ran away. And so did my dignity.
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