My efforts to have a reputation as bad as Byron’s appears to be working.
I was at dinner with a girl and she gives me a strange look.
“What?”
“That waitress is signalling me.”
I started to glance around, “Which?”
“Stop.” She hisses.
I laugh at her, “So what’s signal is she giving you?”
“She’s making warning gestures about you.”
“Really? I’m flattered.”
This does not scare her off.
