So this is the story of an Average Joe office worker asking his co-worker on a date, or at least trying to. But to be honest, this is the story of any guy asking any girl out ever. Because I don’t care how smooth or suave you think you are, when you start asking a girl out in the heat of the moment you’re forgetting verbs, over describing simple things, or just generally speaking ghibberish that somehow the girl ends up understanding. Speaking some long forgotten Neanderthal language must be cute to them for reasons beyond my comprehension. But luckily enough I don’t have to deal with this anymore, and not just because some girl decided to take pity on me. My office is 95% dudes. So unless I decide trolling for dick is my thing, office romance is out the window for me. And along with it the feeling of not having to slowly shove my foot ever so lovingly into my mouth when I inevitably end up fucking up while talking.
Hit the jump for L’amour.