Working up the nerve to ask out the budtender

I waited a few nights before going back to the cannabis dispensary, because I didn’t want Mona to suppose I was stalking her

Three weeks ago my pals and I were out and about on a weekend, and decided to swing by the cannabis dispensary. Actually it was my pals who wanted to do that, I was just along for the ride. I had tried smoking a few times, but didn’t entirely enjoy it, but maybe it was my asthma, but I just coughed too much to have any fun being stoned. This evening the two of us made the decision to go in so they could buy some party favors, and I was awestruck by the most beautiful boy behind the counter. I immediately walked over to his and asked for some help in finding the right kind of cannabis. Just to be able to talk to her, I was abruptly willing to buy as much cannabis as I possibly could. I explained to his that I hated the coughing fits that came with smoking cannabis, and asked what he would recommend. His name was Mona, and he led me back to the section of edibles and smokeless cannabis they carried. A surprising amount of shelves were lined with smoke cannabis products, a lot more than I ever expected. Mona was a modern budtender, but he also didn’t entirely love smoking cannabis, so he was a big fan of edibles. I asked for his to pick out his favorite edibles, so that I could try them. I waited a few nights before going back to the cannabis dispensary, because I didn’t want Mona to suppose I was stalking her. I keep going back and buying edibles, still laboring up the nerve to ask Mona out.

 

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