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Originally Posted by FanIn80
Classy.
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Sorry, what I meant to say was...
I would delicately approach her and introduce myself, kiss the back of her hand as I bow, converse with her briefly about her thoughts on international politics and the global economy, and ask her, if I'm not at all being too forward, if she would like to join me for dinner at a world class restaurant this evening.
I would arrive at her door in an Armani suit with a bouquet of roses and a box of imported Belgian chocolates, show her to my Mercedes Benz, and we would make our way to a fine meal of assorted foreign delicacies, ending perhaps with a low-fat sundae drizzled with French fudge.
As we find ourselves back at her home, I would escort her out of my car (opening the door for her, of course) and back to her front door, and ever so softly press my lips against hers.
Then I would wreck that chick.