Pickup Lines #1

Are you an orphanage? Cause I wanna give you kids.

I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on.

Are you my Appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out.

Sorry, but you owe me a drink. [Why?] Because when I looked at you, I dropped mine.

Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.

You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?

I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I’m going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.

Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?

I’m not staring at your boobs. I’m staring at your heart.

You’re the only girl I love now… but in ten years, I’ll love another girl. She’ll call you ‘Mommy.’

Sixteen & Life

Tell us all about the person you were when you were sixteen. If you haven’t yet hit sixteen, tell us about the person you want to be at sixteen.

I was a regular teen but extremely naive, innocent and positive. I had such a positive outlook on life. I trusted blindly, I believed in people, I thought the best in everyone until proven wrong and I went into everything with a blind eye. I was eye open wide, deer caught in the headlights, babe in the woods kinda 16 years old. I was well liked and people trusted me back but I was also the kinda person who got into trouble for trusting too much because when someone wanted to take advantage of the fact that I was an easy target.

I never recovered from things that happened between the ages of 16-21. I am the person that I am because of those years. I was in the wrong crowd, the wrong place, with the wrong set of people for me. I never had a chance. I don’t blame any of them though – I blame myself! I should have known better and been more wiser and choosier. I didn’t and wasn’t. I fell for it. I paid the price. I still am paying the price. Regrets are what I think of most about the person I was when I was 16. It will haunt me for the rest of my life.

I do miss the 16 year old me though.

Prompt from The Daily Post at WordPress.com