The Smith-Corona Silent

I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I was going to ask you for the time, but all I got out was “hey” before you hit me with the mace. I understand that it’s a bad part of town, and me being dressed in a trench coat and fishing hat probably didn’t help, but you didn’t have to keep hitting me with your bag when I fell. Anyhow, I find your aggressive approach strangely sexy, and I want to take you out. I know a great alleyway where we can set up a table and do it like in Lady and the Tramp. After dinner, I’ll let you see what’s under my trench coat. Maybe I’ll even let you play with my beard. Hit me up, sugar.