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Sup guys,
Back story:
They say the after doesn't fall too far from the tree, I come from a family where the men have a pretty legit sense of game. Whenever I come home from college for break, my dad is always telling me how so girl at a restaurant wants to me. Now my dad has good taste and I really good eye, so I trust his judgement. Now I had come home last week and my dad mentioned something about a girl who was asking about me and wanted to meet me at this one restaurant by our house. He showed her my senior picture from high school. haha I was up for it, but wasn't in a rush, I had a lot going on at the time. Chica is about 5'10, Puerto Rican, lovely rack, nice hips, and DSL
She had on pink lip gloss to match her pink nails
Actual Story: It all happened in about five to seven minutes
*Enter Just Dave and Just Dad in restaurant to pick up food*
Dad: *To Dave* Oh good she's right back there
Dave: *Looks at girl at counter*
Counter Girl: Hi, how can I help you guys?
Dad: Hey Chica! I brought my son in for you!
Dave: *confused but keeping composure while this is happening* *looks, it was the new girl who I had seen from summer break before going off to school*
Chica: How are you guys? *Smiling*
Dad: Chica, what's up with those glasses of yours? (They were cooking goggles for the record, my dad teases girls often like this)
Dave: *Smiling* Yeah, I'm not feeling those
Chica: *Lifts them up* Better?
Dave: Looks like it, *notices tattoo in Chinese* what's the story on your tattoo.
Chica: Oh, it means hope, a lot of customers ask about it
*Dave and Dad head to check out counter Chica is still helping us with the order*
Dad: So Chica, when are we gonna hang out?
Chica: Today after work
Dad: Hahaha, I'm too old for you but here's my son
Dave: He does this often, he introduces me to girls claiming they wanted to meet. Plus, daaaaaad, I can't get her number if she doesn't know me
Chica: I've seen you in here before
Chica: *about to print out receipt tape*, We're not supposed to have our phones out but . . .
*Just Dave and Just Dad glance at each other and are thinking the same thing*
Chica: *slides phone to Just Dave*
Dave: *puts his number and name in phone and calls his own phone using her phone*
Chica: I'm free this Saturday
It was nice seeing you again 
Dave: Good seeing you too
*Just Dave and Just Dad exit*
My dad is probably one of my best wing men, that and my older brother, it's interesting too because not only did Chica work at the restaurant she was also the manager.
Back story:
They say the after doesn't fall too far from the tree, I come from a family where the men have a pretty legit sense of game. Whenever I come home from college for break, my dad is always telling me how so girl at a restaurant wants to me. Now my dad has good taste and I really good eye, so I trust his judgement. Now I had come home last week and my dad mentioned something about a girl who was asking about me and wanted to meet me at this one restaurant by our house. He showed her my senior picture from high school. haha I was up for it, but wasn't in a rush, I had a lot going on at the time. Chica is about 5'10, Puerto Rican, lovely rack, nice hips, and DSL
Actual Story: It all happened in about five to seven minutes
*Enter Just Dave and Just Dad in restaurant to pick up food*
Dad: *To Dave* Oh good she's right back there
Dave: *Looks at girl at counter*
Counter Girl: Hi, how can I help you guys?
Dad: Hey Chica! I brought my son in for you!
Dave: *confused but keeping composure while this is happening* *looks, it was the new girl who I had seen from summer break before going off to school*
Chica: How are you guys? *Smiling*
Dad: Chica, what's up with those glasses of yours? (They were cooking goggles for the record, my dad teases girls often like this)
Dave: *Smiling* Yeah, I'm not feeling those
Chica: *Lifts them up* Better?
Dave: Looks like it, *notices tattoo in Chinese* what's the story on your tattoo.
Chica: Oh, it means hope, a lot of customers ask about it
*Dave and Dad head to check out counter Chica is still helping us with the order*
Dad: So Chica, when are we gonna hang out?
Chica: Today after work
Dad: Hahaha, I'm too old for you but here's my son
Dave: He does this often, he introduces me to girls claiming they wanted to meet. Plus, daaaaaad, I can't get her number if she doesn't know me
Chica: I've seen you in here before
Chica: *about to print out receipt tape*, We're not supposed to have our phones out but . . .
*Just Dave and Just Dad glance at each other and are thinking the same thing*
Chica: *slides phone to Just Dave*
Dave: *puts his number and name in phone and calls his own phone using her phone*
Chica: I'm free this Saturday
Dave: Good seeing you too
*Just Dave and Just Dad exit*
My dad is probably one of my best wing men, that and my older brother, it's interesting too because not only did Chica work at the restaurant she was also the manager.