I’m in on a Saturday night, staring in the mirror practicing up on his new pick up speech, one line zingers and trying to reinvent and perfect the bend and snap – and – getting the sewing machine out to make my peacock feather display a bit more flashy. Why, you ask? – within the last 30 days I’ve heard this same commonly used phrase twice from two different girls, “Tim, I can’t [won't] sleep with you.” haha jokes on me – ahhh now I’m sad.




