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So, I was at the bar most of the night, drinking and flirting with the tall freckled sister of a friend. There was ass-grabbing and leering from both sides.
There was nothing redeeming about my pitch. I'm seeing someone who lives far away. She's seeing someone even further away (a former co-worker of mine), though I know she's been unfaithful. So, I lurked around her and our mutual friends until the bar was about to close.
I looked at her, "So," I asked, "What do you think?"
"What do I think about what?"
"You know." (Of course, I meant, let's go home.)
Moments later: "You're friends with my boyfriend." (An excuse; I'm not really pals with this guy.)
"Okay," I said. There was a hug and goodnights.
I don't care, but I sorta do. Probably just ego. |
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