The “flash mobs” hold their origins in party crews – groups of bored teenagers who, instead of sitting around and complaining about not having anything to do, would instead hit up all of their friends, get a little cash from everyone, throw a party, and then invite other people and charge them for admission.
I already have a perfect vision of my special day. It’s a little unconventional, sure, but I think if I meet a woman who really loves me, she’ll understand how important it is that my wedding day be magical.
Would it be better, if I could tell you how I really feel? If the next time your eyes met mine in the half darkness of a moodily lit bar, their reflection glowing in the whiskey inhabiting the glass between your fingers, I just said, “I want you to be mine”? Would it make me feel better, then, to have you reach your fingers across the table between us, and interlace them with mine while you gave me your response?
I have dark brown skin, full lips, and really thick, curly hair that when straightened often compels people to ask the “Where are you from?” question that I like to diverge with, “New Jersey.” They look displeased.