Patrick Skinner

He knew Love was a word with little or no meaning if not put into context so whenever he met a girl, tonight a black hair hipster with a pale cigarette torso, he thought,

"I love her More than toothpaste, I love her Less than sleep."

The girl across the table on the other side of a half empty beer asked:
"If you had the choice to either increase your intellect or the length of your dick by
ten percent, WHAT would you choose?".

To this, rules applied.
And first impressions are all about lies.
This wasn't about the answer, he knew, this was about the question.
He was there with enough money to buy her breakfast in the morning and he laughed like he'd never had heard that question before.
This one taken from a magazine he also subscribed to.

He DID like this one and because of it it would only become a breakfast and a hugless goodbye.

Feeling time run out he heard her asking him, "So?".

He loved this girl, he did, More than his suit, Less than his CD-collection.

As another "Too bad" wiped out his hesitation, he knew and answered,

"Cock size, OF COURSE".