Her reply: “I am already loving the city so much. But the “Sex and” part won’t be quite as exciting. I’m very much a goody two shoes you know. 😉 ”
My reply: “The only people who say they’re goody two shoes are ones who probably have a closet full of bad shoes.”
Three photographers were eating Atomica in a postage-stamp sized SF restaurant.
On the way back from the bathroom, I bump into the waitress.
“Oh, sorry.” I say. “That’s a cute dress,” I recover.
Later, over dinner. “That’s a nice necklace,” Andrei compliments.
“Ahh shit! I just complimented on her dress…Quick, Gene, say something nice about her shoes!”
Women and shoes. Honestly, I’ll never understand.