Boy, Girl, Boy, Girl, Me

I was recently visiting kin in Pennsylvania. Everyone’s spoken for except me, so inevitably boy, girl, boy, girl, me. It’s weird because I’ve always been allergic to odd numbers. I’m such a fab guy so there must be a girl for me. Until I meet her I’m happy this way. (270 characters)

 

 

Welcome back to Kat’s TWITTERING TALES #144

 

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