Well Southie has pretty much fallen off the face of the earth. Ok... he put me after the Yankees. I totally accepted coming second to his son, but I never in a million years thought I would come third to the Yankees.
It upset me for a good bit. I wrote about it a couple posts ago. I didn't tell you I cried, but I'll admit it. I really liked him. But once again, not enough time to get to open up. Oh well.
Moving on...
I went back on craigslist. My go-to site had a plethora of men from whom to choose. I opted for the engineer from upstate New York. He was totally cute and really fun. We went out two nights in a row. If he was here in Denver, we'd prolly be officially dating.
Anyway... he and I ended up back at the bar in my building. It's a great place where half the patrons live in my building. Low and behold... who is there... Author.
I panicked for a moment when I realized my date was standing next to Author at the bar. I check my cell phone and there are a few missed texts, including one from Author asking what I'm doing. When my date came back with the drinks I told him "my neighbor is here. We should invite him over. By the way, our story is that we went to undergrad together."
Author came over with a couple of his friends. We all had fun chatting away. Author did eventually ask how we knew each other, to which I promptly replied "engineers together!" and quickly changed the subject.
Did he believe me? Honestly, who cares... we're only FWBs
Thursday, 5 November 2009
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