Too Pooped To Pop

I have a good friend that is confirmed bachelor just as I am. But where I am pretty quiet and laid back he is pretty wild and crazy and considers himself to be one of the best pick up artist in town. Me, I don’t even know how to text a girl with a pick up line and not sound like a complete idiot much less looking at one right in the eye and spewing out some outrageously witty line in an attempt to get her undivided attention.

I generally just go up and introduce myself, offer to buy her a drink (if at a bar) and hope that my smile gets to her in a positive way in an attempt to hook up with nice and interesting female. Not that I have a lot of time to spend bar hopping these days. There is always so much work to be done around here, come night time I’m usually wiped out and not in any mood to clean up, dress up and go up town for an evening out on the town. A quick dinner and a nice hot shower is more my speed then an hour or so on the computer before kicking back on the sofa for some television, if I can find something decent to watch, works out well for this tired and lonely puppy.