I also slap-da-bass in a band. I've recorded and album and have played many shows around the city. This one time we even got paid. I'm basically a rock star now. If you like to dance to live music we might get along.
- Drawing. Some of my best work includes The Simpson's faces, Bugs Bunny, and boobs... I mean nudes.
City of God is my favourite movie because it has everything I like. Samba and Funk music in the soundtrack. Need I say more?
I know what you are going to say:
No, because if you were IN the bus you would be part of the of the bus, like the engine or something.
Well if that's the case why is it that "I am IN my car"? See?? it makes no sense. You are in the car like you are in the bus, not on it. You don't ride on the roof of a bus... You'd fall and die. Well unless you've been on a Chiva. Those are fun.
Anyways, explain that grammar Nazis!
It starts simple, with just a coffee. We find each other attractive so we decide to go to a bar for drinks. We are having a good time and then a song comes on, which we both start singing. I tell you that I know of a bar that has a live band that plays that music and we agree to go. We spend the rest of the night dancing. Afterwards we decide to grab a bite at an all day breakfast diner.
I walk you home after eating and you jokingly say that its a shame we won't just stay up to watch the sunrise. I think that's a great idea and we decide to go. You know the perfect place. We get on a cab and we go somewhere by the lake. As we watch the sunrise we talk about things we would like to do before we die. I say that I would like to kiss someone on top of the Empire State Building. You tell me since we are technically on a date we should make that happen.
So we go home after watching the sunrise and impulsively buy our tickets online. A few hours later we flight out to NYC. We stop for lunch and get some New York Pizza, visit Times Square and by sunrise we kiss at the top of the Empire State building. Then we go ice skating at Rockerfeller Center and we take a tour around Central Park on horse carriage.
We flight back to Toronto, and I drop you off I home. I go home and as I'm laying in bed ready to go to sleep you text me to thank me for our date, and ask me if I want to come over. I run in the rain to your place and when I get there you open the door and I'm soaking wet. We kiss and passionately and have crazy monkey sex, and sleep the entire next day. And it all started with just a coffee.
So, how about a coffee?
It goes like this: You message me "Never have I ever..." and fill it with something you want to know about me. Preferably something I may not want to admit publicly. (e.g. Never have I ever drunk texted an ex). If I've done it I will reply with the story of when and how it happened, If I haven't done it, I will just tell you and just proceed to ask you my own "Never have I ever" question for you.
I promise I will be honest no matter what. NO MATTER WHAT and I hope you are too.