“She didn’t even think to ask me.” said Damian, later, a puzzled look of hurt on his face. “I mean, I was sitting right there. Staring at her. Deciding how attractive she looked. She could have just asked. Why didn’t she? I was right there.”
“It’s a shame.” he added, staring at someone across the room who had a bit of mascara on. “Such a shame.”
“Local Man Saddened that No One Gives a Shit about Conforming to His Personal Beauty Standards”
