Peggy's frustrated because a guy only calls her late at night instead of taking her on real dates. Her friends say he's making excuses and playing the field, and they push her to find someone who actually commits.
We talk and play bridge together every day. Just when I think he's getting ready to take it to the next level, I see him playing checkers with Edith.
Oh, and she's such a slut.
She is literally the worst. She knows you two are hooking up, right?
Well, honestly, at this point, I don't know what we are. I hope we're not just fuck buddies.
B4.
You know, maybe he's just not ready. A lot of guys his age are just looking around to play the field.
You are a beautiful, ambitious woman. And if he's not ready to commit, hell, there's like 100 other guys here who would.
99. Henry died Thursday.
Oh, oh, he did? That's so sad.
Oh, bingo, we have a bingo.
Sometimes I just wanna go on a real date with him, but he'll just come over late at night.
How late are we talking?
7:30, 8?
What a douche. Seriously, not cool.
7:30 is not a date. That's a booty call.
I just want him to take us seriously.
This is the real world. You gotta take what you want. YOLO. Okay, let me go talk to him. What's your problem?
I just think he should want her for herself and not just her tits.
I want to go on a real date tonight. Not 7:30 or 8:00. He said 4:30.
He's eye fucking the shit out of me.
You need any help?
Well, you've been in there for like an hour. Let's see it. You know you look hot.
Oh my God.
Not even joking. When he sees you in that dress, he is gonna shit himself. Hi, Peggy. So has he introduced you to his parents yet?
He said they died like 20 years ago.
They always have an excuse.
Yeah, that sounds pretty sketch.
