|How was yoga, bitch?
No one still goes out on dates.
What is this, 1985?!
Yeah, let’s fire up the flux capacitor and go on a date, Zack Morris!
He said it ironically, right?
Guys don’t take girls out to dinner anymore. They invite you to their apartment to watch …
A movie on Netflix.
Or bring you to see his friend’s band play.
Or out shoplifting.
Spot him while he lifts weights.
Take a shot of whiskey and slap each other.
Go dancing in a club and let him rub his boner on you.
Or, to the bedroom for a casual encounter.
Let him, just, put stuff inside you.
Or, even better, if she brings two friends.
And then we can do a group thing at a bar so they’re less pressure on you.
|You know that girl I’ve been telling you about?
What’s wrong with asking a girl to dinner?
|He asked me out on a date.
No. What’s the big deal?
I don’t know. That feels weird.
|SUPER weird.Unless it’s sexy.
You should …Just forget about him. What do you say we fire up your OKCupid account
And reply to the first cute guy who says anything other than, “Heeeeey, sup?” Or…
YEAH! Say: “Need dick?!’”
Make him leave a voicemail.
And then break it down and you’ll know how to respond.
What are you doing, man?
Pick you up?!
In what, a stagecoach?!
|Is it weird for me to text her now?
You know what? I’m just going to call her.
Hey, it’s Avery from yoga
So, I was thinking …
Great. I-I’ll pick you up at 8?
He’s calling me right now!
Yeah, dinner and a movie sounds
8 is perfect. See ya then.
See ya then!
|Does s/he have any friends?|
There’s more after the credits, but I really like it better cut there.