The sky is the limit.
My mom once told me that if you ever want to make a man happy… flatter his vanity. Tell him he’s handsome. She said not to bother calling him interesting or clever, because that’s what their bosses and colleagues are for. But every man carries a secret dream of being handsome, and desperately yearns to be recognized as such.
This is what happens when someone takes a couple days to text me back. I end up not saving their number and then I’m just curious to who the hell it is. Lol oh wells they must have not been important enough to me to save their number. :)