so i'm getting better at asking random women out.

me: hey, what's your name?
her: "rachel"
me: rachel, i just wanted to thank you for lending me a quarter earlier (gumball for evie, blah blah blah)
rachel: no problem
me: well, i can see you're busy, but i was just wondering if i could get your phone number, and we can go out some time.
rachel: oh...i have a boyfriend.
me: well, that's cool.

and of course, considering that was the worst answer she could have given me, i didn't really feel bad. word. she was very pretty, blonde, great shape, reading a novel while she was at work, actually.

but i had a hunch about something.

me: hey, how old are you anyway?
rachel: 16
me: fuck. i could have sworn you were at least 20. i gotta get better at this.
rachel: yeah.

come on...how funny is that?