I went ice skating a few weeks back. It's not the manliest of sports and, despite what you see in the movies, it is the absolute worst first date idea. You thought you could sneak in some hand holding by guiding her as she's gliding along the ice, well, no. Because you forgot that you've never skated in your life.
The rollerblades in grade school don't count.
So, yes. I fell. In front of everyone in Megamall. And as a joke I started to sing "Your ex-lover is dead"
But too bad no one got it. Apparently nobody's seen the music video. So now Your ex-lover potential is dead
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