When the gestures his hand made swooped in a motion to the sign with his pinky, thumb and pointer finger up and the other two down, I knew it wasn't the dress he was looking at, it was me.
When the gestures his hand made swooped in a motion to the sign with his pinky, thumb and pointer finger up and the other two down, I knew it wasn't the dress he was looking at, it was me.
Why were all the so-called normal guys, a**holes? Why couldn't she find a decent guy. Was something wrong with her? She knew her days of youthfulness were gone. She didn't ask for heads to turn when...