To call me a ladies man is like calling Robin Van Persie bad at football (or Wilt Chamberlain bad at womanising), it is just a complete blatant lie. However I did get a Valentines card yesterday, which is a nice thing to happen. Although, it was just from my friend, as opposed to a sexy lady looking for a grindin' buddy. None the less, it is a sign that one female isn't entirely repulsed by the thought of making me happy. Now for piece of evidence two in support of Alex being a woman pleasin', babe serenadin' big timer...
Today a girl spoke to me. I know it seems far fetched, I know you're struggling to believe me, but it is true. A female (6/10 at a push) decided, of her own free will, that I was worth chatting to. The scenario? I was at the University of Essex open day and whilst we were sat in a room, awkwardly silent, she asked me what other universities I had applied to. Conclusion for today? WOMEN CRAVE THE POINTMEISTER.
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