Is It the Big Booty or That “Great Personality” Thing My Mother Always Talked About?
When I was leaving the gym tonight, I stopped to talk to the night manager at the front desk. When I first met him I thought he was mean and scary, but quickly realized that he’s a big teddy bear. Who happens to be 6′ 8″ tall. And could crush me into a very angry midget.
We’ve had this mock-animosity thing going on for the last week, which is one of only three ways I know how to interact with guys (the others are 2) be incredibly funny or 3) flash boobs). When I stopped to talk to Night Manager, I did my usual bit about how he’s a big meanie because he refuses to offer complimentary donuts at the front desk. So rude.
