Her Cocktail, His Beer
Every girl has a track star hidden within her who comes out when she’s waiting for a text from that one guy. Her phone could be set just a few feet away, but as soon as it starts to ring she is sprinting full force towards that 5-inch piece of aluminum thinking, “Yes, it’s him!” Poor girl. We know where this story ends, the phone is lighting up with many names, but never the one she wants.