Story:
So my best bud and I are at Zadar's in New Hope (before I met my wife) and we've scored twins. No, really. True story. Swear. They were secretaries or some shit for Bloomsburg News, shared an apartment down near ThinkSnow, blah, blah, blah...
So it's almost 2am and they're coming back to my place and we've already watched them share the same ice cube (If you know, you know; if not, don't ask)...when my buddy James asks his half, "What's wrong?"
AHHHHHH!!! Dumbass! Just don't ask a hot chick that is already planning to come home with you what's wrong! Ever! Just don't.
"My cat died, yesterday," says the beautiful girl who has been recovering from her loss by drinking a lot and finding meaningless s*x with virtual strangers a good idea.
"Oh, it was just a cat?" Asks my dumbass friend. "So it's not like your dog died, right?"
And the door slammed on our night right there.
Lesson learned?
Yeah, but too late. I'd even charged my video camera battery to share with everyone...