You called me for advice on *clothes*?
So, Anastasiya just called me. She's got a date in... I guess fifteen minutes now, to go to a concert with this boy, and she didn't know what to wear. So she called me. When I asked her what possessed her to call me for advice on what to wear, she said because I was a guy, as though that explained it.
Yeah, I'm still not getting that one.
She then proceeded to throw out three or four different outfit ideas and, while I tried to get a word in edgewise*, she suddenly decided on an as-yet unmentioned outfit, thanked me rather profusely and hung up.
Girls are weird.
* OK, to be fair, it wasn't that bad: I dad manage, after a couple outfits, to suggest something involving a dress shirt and a tank top which was at first discarded out of hand and, moments later, discarded because he dress shirt was wrinkled and had coffee spilled on it. But still, I really don't think I did anything more than give her smeone to talk at. It was very strange.
Yeah, I'm still not getting that one.
She then proceeded to throw out three or four different outfit ideas and, while I tried to get a word in edgewise*, she suddenly decided on an as-yet unmentioned outfit, thanked me rather profusely and hung up.
Girls are weird.
* OK, to be fair, it wasn't that bad: I dad manage, after a couple outfits, to suggest something involving a dress shirt and a tank top which was at first discarded out of hand and, moments later, discarded because he dress shirt was wrinkled and had coffee spilled on it. But still, I really don't think I did anything more than give her smeone to talk at. It was very strange.