Oh, the strange things you think of when touching up paint in the wee hours of the morning. . .
The thought that consumed me last night was thus:
“I should make a button for Pagan festivals. It should say: ‘I’m taken’.
No, it should really say:
‘I enjoy fine conversation and good flirting. I like to have fun and to talk about all sorts of stuff. Just remember: if I’m flirting, I don’t mean it; if I’m drinking you can’t get me drunk enough; if I’m staring at you, I probably think you’re hot, but I’m not going to do anything about it and you can’t make me. I have a girlfriend whom I love very much. Yes, that also means I’m straight. In short: if you’re looking to get laid, you’re wasting your time.’
But that would be too small to read. So it should probably say:
‘I’m taken, I flirt, I mean nothing by it. Find someone else to get you off.’
If nothing else, it’d make a great conversation starter!”
I don’t know why I thought about this last night. Maybe it was the paint fumes?
