So, it's been a shitty day.
Nothing in particular, just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and have been a total snatch all day. So.... nothing new there.
Anyway, I was thinking it was time to answer the age old question that people keep asking me.
"Phoebe," they ask, "you must be able to get any man you want! Tell me, how do you do it?"
Well, my friends... I am very smooth. Like a broken piece of balsa wood. Or coarse sandpaper covered in velcro. The men, they come falling at my feet (the minute they find out I'm paying for that last round). In discussion with one of my besties, we decided it was probably time for me to start showing you exactly how I find the amazing men that have graced my history with their presence.
I give you, Part 1 of how this future cat lady pulls in the men: