I was in the bathroom at Barnes and Noble in Union Square recently, washing out my pits, shaving my legs and plucking my chin hairs; when out of no where this stunning pixie blond asks, if she looks okay? Her face is totally flushed, and I inform her that she's a little pinkish, and question whether or not she's feeling well? Then, She bursts out, "See, the thing is I'm seeing my ex-girlfriend, and I haven't seen her in like nine months...and..I'm just kinda freaking out!" Wow, haven't we all been there before. I mean, not all of us in the Barnes and Noble bathroom, but...It's nerve racking to see your ex for the first time. Although, I must say that guys always appear to be far better at it than I am. God bless'em for it. It makes my life so much easier. I don't need them being all freaked out too. I need them to be the voice of reason.
Anywho, we talked for about a half an hour, and then exchanged facebooks. that's how it's done now. No phone numbers. Just facebook. then, if they earn it, the number. Then we chatted via facebook, and met up for coffee, the coffee turned into dinner, and the whole thing felt very much like a date. Now I'm asking myself, am I gay? I mean, I know I'm not. but, she's pretty cute.
On a roomie side note: The douche was in my bed this morning spooning me, he suggested we get a one bedroom. He's a retard. He's not dating the girl anymore, so he can have me as his back-up sexless girlfriend again. I'm over it.
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