When that person stares from across the room, it’s like…
When you get someone’s “juice” on your hand during playtime.
I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.
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We make eye contact
There’s food on the food table.
There is always one guy…
Any group of women you see at a club, party, or Foxfire in Anaheim.
Chicks before a playdate be like…