So i'm sitting
at my local library and this 93 year old man comes
and sits down at our table.
He takes out these poems he wrote and hands them to
everyone there and
explains them. Then, he cuts out a
little bird, looks right at me, and
says
"this is how
i flirt with girls."
He
gives it to my boyfriend, who gave it to me.
This is officially my new favorite old person.
