So she took us early (hey now). She had a nose ring. Always hot. No, she wasn't a cutter. She was artsy and ponytailey and laughed. A lot. She told us to relax and she grabbed our ol' sweaty fingers (seriously? OMS sweats, y'all. Why is this?) and she gently scanned in proof that we have no criminal record.
Now, then, how does one seal the deal with Fingerprint Girl?
It's the same sh*t with German Waitress at the Greek Restaurant Girl and Alexi the Hot Bartender at Kabin Girl and, Christ, Heather the Running Shoe Sales Girl who laughed when we said we look like a muppet when running through town.
Does one just say, "Hey. You hot. (Us) interested. Let's do this"? Or does one keep waiting for Cupid to smack us upside the face and be all, duh, dude, get digits? Either way, Fingerprint Girl was hot.
Just sayin'.
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