...damn this punk...
He's getting gutsier/spunkier/fiestier. Grabbed the zipper of my cardigan, half pulling it down. "Aren't you hot in here?" he asked incredulously.
Well I'm certainly hot *now*.
Personal space, man. Personal space.
Update: I described the occurance in a conversation with Rachel. She says she is keeping the transcript and will read it our wedding. I laughed. Then looked down uncomfortably. Hmm.
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