| m. sylvia |
After my art exhibition last night, I hung out with Bobby & Co. at Maxbar, where I bumped into one of my best friends. Bobby bumped into her, too. Moral of the story: our dearest Bobby has MAD game.
My friend [Friend] and Bobby danced and exchanged friendly banter, but when Bobby went to get a drink, some other guy [Guy] started talking to her.
Bobby: “Syl, go tell Friend to stop talking to that other guy and talk to me instead. I’m better looking.”
Sylvia (swayed by Bobby’s good looks): “Sure Bobby, anything you say!”
2 minutes later
Sylvia: “Bobby, how do I execute this smoothly?”
Bobby rolls eyes and walks over to Guy and Friend.
Bobby (talking to friend): “Stop talking to that guy and talk to me instead. I’m better looking.”
Friend stops talking to Guy, starts talking to Bobby. Completely ignored, Guy walks away. Bobby gets Friend’s number.
Half hour later
Text message from Friend to Bobby: “I want to see you soon!”
And that, my friends, is MAD game. Props Bobby, props. Indeed, that was money.
P.S. Bobby can also bust a move, or two, actually, like five. |
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