I met my connection at the gas station. He came up to my car and tried to sell me some unisex perfume, which I politely declined.
He insisted, "But look! It can be worn by a man or a woman!"
"But I don't want it. Thank you."
"Alright, well, if you're not doing anything later, you should give me a call."
"Oh, I'm on my way to meet friends."
"Well, here's my number. After you hang out with your friends, just text me, and maybe you can come pick me up. We could drive off in the sunset together."
So romantic.
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