Z-Center
I saw you at the Z, during a routine power-strutting session. The first thing I noticed was your superbly defined body and firm, bouncy, curvaceous, round eyes. I power-strutted confidently toward you. Before I even spoke I could tell that something in me sparked your interest. I pitched my foolproof line.
“Hey there, hot stuff. I was just checking you out while toning my fantastic body. I just have to say, if I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put you and I together in a bed so we could have sex.”
You subsequently threw your slurpee in my face. Bitches gonna hate.