It's not me. It's you.

my first bad date! mazel tov!

You know that moment during drinks, some time half way through your second vodka tonic, when it suddenly strikes you that your date seems to have a foot fetish?

Oh, you don't?
Cuz I do.

And then HE told ME that he wasn't going to call. I'm sorry sir, let me try to make this a little more clear. It's not me. It's you. Now stop looking at my feet like that.

My little stilettos have never scampered down the subway stairs so fast.

posted by k. @ 8:54 PM