i men a dainty german boy last weekend through a friend who was visiting when we met up with her friend who was also visiting. a dose of friendly and a dash of drunken affection. a little bit of guilt. something to giggle about and forget.
this past weekend, we met again by freak chance at an all asian, priiiiiiiivate birthday party. i told him i was seeing someone. and he told me it was fate. since there was no reason for us to ever see each other again in a city with a population of this magnitude. in his awkward little accent.
all my boys think he’s a douche.
balls in my court.
i dont want to play.