Quality.
I went through a phase where Id say “quality” all day long…… It was my response to anything. Here’s what I would NOT describe as quality….
The dude who emailed me, “sup?.” I then curiously perused his photos starting with a classic bathroom mirror shot in his tank top flexing his roided out guns. Shot #2 was a close up of his lips. Parted. And his tongue. Ewwwww. Then shot # 7, yes, I flipped through them all, was of about 12 lipglosses with the caption, “MAC lipgloss for sale, message me.” Hmmm, interesting. Perhaps it was his wife’s he was selling since his status read “separated.”
And then, then I get this email from tatted out rockstar:
Whoa. I hope you’re into 29 year olds.
Come onnnnnn! Dude- it’s a difference of 4 years at the most, excuse my language but WTF!?! Jackass. My first gut response:
Whoa. I hope you’re into illiterate prostitutes.
