As I looked deep into her eyes across the candlelit table, I felt my knees go weak, my heart began to race and my stomach turned to butterflies.
That's when I realised I drugged the wrong glass :-\
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As I looked deep into her eyes across the candlelit table, I felt my knees go weak, my heart began to race and my stomach turned to butterflies.
That's when I realised I drugged the wrong glass :-\
Well my card did not go down too well. She did not like the appraisal. :p