It's time Moo settles this Simone thing...

I...ask her out... and she says...that's great. Her enthusiasm is overwhelming.

Once we're out of the cab, I tell her I want to take her to the fancy restaurant that forces you to wear ball gowns. I tell her we can change in the portapotty outside.
Isn't this nice? I ask her if she's a huge Mauresmo fan. Does she ever watch tennis?

She hates tennis.

I ask her if she had fun at Brooklyn's party.

She said she did. She spent a lot of time with this guy, Jack, did I know him? He seemed really interesting. While I'm rolling my eyes she mentions she did catch that brutal blonde Army girl going thru her purse.

I tell her we look really nice in our ballgowns. They were 2 for 1 at the Fashion Bug.

I pretend to yawn and then put my arm around her.

Try a little Moo Kissing.
After dinner I give her roses. I tell her that I'm very attracted to her and I would love to continue seing her. I tell her I hope we can get a lot closer and I hope she feel the same way. I am completely vulnerable here, I have told her how I feel and now it's up to her.

Typical.
I bend her over the table and we slow dance for awhile.
She rips her cheap ball gown as she tries to climb me.
But then, hmmm.
This is it. "I crave you," I tell her.
"Hmmmm. Um, I'll be right back." Are you for serious?
After she goes to the can, we have a romantic cordial in the bar. While I sip my highball we discuss the weather.
I tell her I don't think this is going to work out. "You don't think what is going to work out?" I tell her I don't think I can see her anymore, it's too frustrating. "Were we dating?" she asks. See? That's the problem, I thought we were flirting and dating and she thought we were friends who went to the movies and made out in restaurants. Those kooky French.

Hello! Didn't we just have this conversation?

Au revoir, Simone.

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