Our neighborhood has been relatively quiet since we moved in, but there was an interesting development across the street recently. Our neighbors down the way had some friends over and there was a girl named Rainy (?) or Rainey(?) who was yelling at her date in the driveway for being SO RUDE (Emphasis definitely hers).
She’d rather just Facebook her mom and sit in the car than talk to him right now because he’s being MEAN (Emphasis also hers).
They were supposed to have a chill evening out with friends, and this is their fourth date and it was supposed to be SPECIAL (Not sure if emphasis hers or if the word was choked back by sobbing), and she wanted him and her besty Kennedy (Yes, really. Really) to bond. But that wasn’t going to happen now because he was being SO RUDE (OK – I’m pretty sure emphasis definitely hers again).
He was wearing a pink fishing shirt, which I can only surmise lets the ladies know he’s both sensitive AND (Emphasis mine this time) outdoorsy. I’m not sure Rainy/Rainey is feeling the power of this shirt because she’s now doing that strange things girls do where they’re crying, but also yelling/screaming? (Yes – I’m really asking. What is that noise they make called?)
I never caught his name, but I can also guess that it was probably Ryder, or Bryce, or Stryder, or Skyler, or Coy or something consummately unique. He ended the conversation by telling her that no one cares about Facebook and that he was going inside for another COLDBEER (Emphasis his I guess? He ran the words together as if Coldbeer denoted some sort of class distinction between Coldbeer and beers of varying temperatures.)
And…scene.
She’d rather just Facebook her mom and sit in the car than talk to him right now because he’s being MEAN (Emphasis also hers).
They were supposed to have a chill evening out with friends, and this is their fourth date and it was supposed to be SPECIAL (Not sure if emphasis hers or if the word was choked back by sobbing), and she wanted him and her besty Kennedy (Yes, really. Really) to bond. But that wasn’t going to happen now because he was being SO RUDE (OK – I’m pretty sure emphasis definitely hers again).
He was wearing a pink fishing shirt, which I can only surmise lets the ladies know he’s both sensitive AND (Emphasis mine this time) outdoorsy. I’m not sure Rainy/Rainey is feeling the power of this shirt because she’s now doing that strange things girls do where they’re crying, but also yelling/screaming? (Yes – I’m really asking. What is that noise they make called?)
I never caught his name, but I can also guess that it was probably Ryder, or Bryce, or Stryder, or Skyler, or Coy or something consummately unique. He ended the conversation by telling her that no one cares about Facebook and that he was going inside for another COLDBEER (Emphasis his I guess? He ran the words together as if Coldbeer denoted some sort of class distinction between Coldbeer and beers of varying temperatures.)
And…scene.
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