The other night, I went on a "yay we can finally just be friends again after that really weird sort of dating thing we did" dinner with a kind of sort of ex type guy. While we're eating he tells me a story that goes something like this:
"I met this guy like a month ago at a party, and he was telling me all about this girl he was into. He kept saying how much he liked her, and how she was really back and forth about things and didn't really seem to give a shit. Then I realized it was you!"
Awesome.
"I met this guy like a month ago at a party, and he was telling me all about this girl he was into. He kept saying how much he liked her, and how she was really back and forth about things and didn't really seem to give a shit. Then I realized it was you!"
Awesome.
3 comments:
fame!
notoriety?
Infamy?
This is why I love you.
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