The cute brunette was working up at the Fox and Hound again today, sans glasses. Still cute. Unbelievably cute. I would have much rather sat and looked at/talked to her this afternoon, instead of watching football.
Of course, I said nothing, but for what I feel is a pretty decent reason/excuse. She's working, y'know? And I don't think it's entirely proper to ask hostesses (or anyone, for that matter) out while they're working.
Not to mention the fact that I'd ask her out, she'd say "no," and from then on, whenever I went to the bar, I'd awkwardly walk past her on my way to my table.
Plus she's probably seeing someone, what with the cuteness and all.
You know what? I think way too much about this stuff.
Okay, back to algebra homework. Hooray factoring!