GUESTBREAKER: You’re Not Patrick Swayze
Sure, when you bought me a beer at the bar, I thought you were kind of cute. The drink turned into pretty decent conversation & then you asked if I wanted to dance. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Your moves weren’t the best, but I was prepared to look past that, until you started trying to grind on me with that look in your eyes. Sorry, this is not Dirty Dancing & you are most certainly not Johnny Castle. I have to go, I think my father’s waiting up for me.
A Guest Dealbreaker/Tribute to the late great Patrick Swayze, written by Jess Kroeber.
