If you ever find yourself at Lion Pub in San Francisco: DO order the spectacularly fresh ‘n pulpy greyhound. DON’T stay for the conversation.
Creeper: You should come back with Mitch* and I.
Me: Why?
Creeper: Because we could offer an experience you’ve never had?
Me: Oh really. What kind of experience could you offer?
Creeper: Whatever fantasy you wanted. We just wouldn’t do each other in the butt.
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Welp. There goes that dream.
Spoiler Alert: I don’t go home with them in the end.
*Names have been changed to keep things less confusing. Except Creeper. That one’s real.