I had some amazing icecream on a date with one of my exes. This was going back years ago.
Today I went back to the establishment. The server, drop dead gorgeous walks over to me with my exact order from a couple years ago. It hit all of my happy spots. So Im doing my happy dance. Aint that smile adorable?
No but ssriously she goes on to slide her number, and a note. Saying that she had seen me with my son at the park. That she appreciated men who took care of their responsibilities, and we should chat.
Turns out my son is not only my best friend, but the best wingman I've ever had.
Who would have known