Friday night, walking home after a trip to Home Depot, thinking about the crapload of reading I would be doing the rest of the night for my class the following morning, sporting a tousled ponytail while covered in a thin layer of grime from renovating my living room, and looking like… well, all of the above, I passed the hipsters enjoying their night on the town imbibing spirits on the Avenue.
That’s when a vaguely familiar face caught my eye. A face familiar enough to stop and approach:
Me: “Your name is Steve, right?”
Me: “I’m Jess. Don’t you remember? We went out on a couple dates a few years ago.”
Him: “Oh yeah. You were the girl who insisted on paying the tab on the second date, so I never called again.”
Me: “That’s ok. I kinda thought you were gay anyway.”
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