I pull up to the traffic light, look over and there are two hot guys checking me out. This is the conversation that took place in my head.
Me: That’s right, boys. I still got it.
Hot Guy #1: Dude, is that a car seat?
Hot Guy #2: Dude, there are TWO.
M: Shit. The seats.
HG #1 (looking less hot by the minute) looks away.
HG #2: Total MILF, but kids are some serious baggage.
M: No, wait! I’m divorced! I’m hot! Keep looking at me!
Not-as-hot-as-I-thought guys drive off and at the same time check me off their list.
M: I would SO never pick up a dude at a traffic light. That’s super whore.
Did I really just say this out loud?
In honor of NaBloPoMo.