but it makes me wonder what she wore home.
women are mysteries.
do they not want to appear to be taking the “walk of shame”?
the other day i discovered the Uber of shame.
nice guy walked his super hot girl out to the curb, i picked her up. he hugged her and asked me if i had the address to drop her off.
she crawled into the back seat, high high heels, short short dress
false eyelashes totally abused
she tapped tapped on her iphone the whole ride, every now and then looking out the window.
never talking to me. so skinny.
i wondered if she was a girl he had met at the club the night before.
or something more scandalous.
but then i remembered the hug.
we drove from koreatown to around USC. she was the daintiest asian.
and my esp was totally not in tune. such a mystery. maybe it was better that way.
maybe everythings better that way.