Story Sent in by Sheila:
In the middle of my date with Anthony he asked me, "Want to see my cat?"
We were at a Starbucks and I thought that he meant that he was going to show me a photo. "Sure."
He stood up and left the cafe. A few moments later, he returned with an actual cat in a carrying case. I asked him, "Was he in your car this whole time?"
"Yeah. He's Drake."
"I don't think it's safe to leave your cat in the car."
"No one's gonna steal him. He's Drake."
I said, "It's not that someone will steal him. It's the temperature. Heat can kill him."
He looked back and forth between Drake and I. He said, "Are you saying I have to choose between you and Drake?"
"No. I'm just saying it's not safe to keep a cat or any pet in a car."
He looked at me with a sad expression, turned to Drake, and stood up. He said, "Then I choose Drake. Sorry," and he left with the cat. He had hardly drank any of his coffee. Never heard from him again.
He planned on saying something like "I showed you my p*ssy, now you have to show me yours!!"
ReplyDeleteAlso, Drake the cat is probably a better dancer than Drake the singer...