I broke up with my girlfriend a few weeks ago. I knew it had been coming for a while so I wasn’t all that surprised. I had a chat to my friend Jimmy about it; we were down the road having a beer. He asked me why I was so calm about the whole situation. “I’ve had girlfriends in the past,” I replied; “and I’ll have girlfriends in the future. All of which I have at some point in time imagined spending the rest of my life with.”
“Fair enough,” he said.
“I think I could be happy with about 90 percent of the population.”
He looked around the room; every girl in the place was a realistic candidate. He agreed that when it really came down to it most people would be happy with most other people.
A bartender caught me staring at her while Jimmy was looking around the room. She was absolutely stunning. Her long dark hair fell gently onto petite shoulders; her naturally tanned skin was accentuated by a tight white singlet. I could actually feel her piercing eyes puncture my soul with hate as she looked over at me.
“Unfortunately I seem to fall into everyone’s ten percent,” I added, turning back to Jimmy.
He said he seemed to fall in much the same way.
“Fair enough,” he said.
“I think I could be happy with about 90 percent of the population.”
He looked around the room; every girl in the place was a realistic candidate. He agreed that when it really came down to it most people would be happy with most other people.
A bartender caught me staring at her while Jimmy was looking around the room. She was absolutely stunning. Her long dark hair fell gently onto petite shoulders; her naturally tanned skin was accentuated by a tight white singlet. I could actually feel her piercing eyes puncture my soul with hate as she looked over at me.
“Unfortunately I seem to fall into everyone’s ten percent,” I added, turning back to Jimmy.
He said he seemed to fall in much the same way.