quick…three minutes in the PUB. go.
i see a pretend jockette. typing with only two fingers and looking at her screen from under the low brim of her baseball cap…..
i see a woman. or wanna be woman. average college age of twenty- twenty two…frantically scribbling down notes on a professional agenda, while tapping her black leatherette, but still sensible, high heels. knock it off girl….you’re trying too hard.
i see the common everyday hair gel rugby shirt tall guy. silently texting away messages to a girl he just met, just to try and hide that fact that his shirt is either shrinking on him slightly over the semester…or he’s growing…not sure….
