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[11 Apr 2008|12:39pm] |
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Grumble, grumble. Contrary to what may be popular belief because of my other rule slips, I have still never been on a "date", really. At least not on purpose. And low and behold, Hottie McHottie from Kimya Dawson misunderstands my blog about NY, thinks I'm dippin', and trades his plan for asking me out despite the fatc that he lives in o-town and loves his ex- which are both fine) to his plan to say oui to getting back with his ex. I'm certainly not heartbroken or anything, that's just not the way things are anymore, but I am disappointed. He was the only thing in my 'poss. do' bin. -_- Anyway, with my luck, we'll become good friends, I'll for whatever reason find him exceedingly unattractive, and then he will 'fall in love' with me. Lol, kinda. Just, errr. The likelyhood of stumbling upon someone attractive, educated, intelligent, impressive, with good taste...and who digs you is such a rarity.
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