You know the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard in my life?
“Aren’t you Wendy from the Internet?” says The General to me in a bar one night some time ago. (True story.)
I like to say it was all because of my fantastic Victory Hair that night, mainly because I was rocking the full faux hawk and clearly had the best hair in the bar. Yes, we met in a bar. Sort of. It’s complicated.
And speaking of horrible flirting and fantastic hair, I’m kind of oddly and disgustingly addicted to Extreme Style by VO5‘s Ultimate Flirting Championship. If I’m off the market at the bar (and very happy about that, I might add), I might as well get my pimp on here, right?