It had been the essential difference between placing a bra on and remaining in, peeps.
Danny* and I also had plans for Friday evening at 8 p.m. Well, at the least we thought we did. Him around 5 p.m. Suggesting we hit up an old Western mixology saloon conveniently close to my apartment and where I just so happened to leave my phone charger the night before, he never responded when I texted.
We waited a couple of hours and nevertheless, no reaction. Had been it a flag that is red we destroyed my phone charger? Did he hate saloons? Had been we too pushy aided by the location recommendation?