that kind of girl
Ça date de 2014 mais c'est de la bonne
Mississauga, Canada
The price of love
Today, a man asked me on a date. It's been so long, I accepted immediately. He began quoting what seemed like random numbers to me, and it took me a few minutes to work out what he meant. Not only was I mistaken for a prostitute, I'm also worth, at most, $60. FML