All the studs are Greek
TRUE STORY (albeit para-phrased by me because it came from a friend of a friend):
These two girls were out one night in the San Francisco Marina district and were hanging outside of the bars, trying to find a cab. One of the girls, Olga, ends up meeting this guy, Dmitri, and they talk for - at the most - two minutes. She hands him her business card and says, "Call me."
Here are the actual voicemails he left her. Yes he left her two and yes, they are both worth listening to.
I'm having a hard time picking my favorite quote, but he is pretty bold with, "I'm one of the few men in this city that has nothing wrong with him."
I beg to differ. I can think of two things wrong with you: voicemail #1 and voicemail #2.
Dmitri, you old stud.
These two girls were out one night in the San Francisco Marina district and were hanging outside of the bars, trying to find a cab. One of the girls, Olga, ends up meeting this guy, Dmitri, and they talk for - at the most - two minutes. She hands him her business card and says, "Call me."
Here are the actual voicemails he left her. Yes he left her two and yes, they are both worth listening to.
I'm having a hard time picking my favorite quote, but he is pretty bold with, "I'm one of the few men in this city that has nothing wrong with him."
I beg to differ. I can think of two things wrong with you: voicemail #1 and voicemail #2.
Dmitri, you old stud.
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