At work. On a Saturday.
aaaand I went out last night. Went to the E. Village for Joe’s birthday, then went home for a while. Theeeen met up with the French Guy - and quickly decided I was definitely not into him. So what did I do? Was I polite, did I excuse myself, go home, and get to bed because I was trying to be a responsible adult before work in the morning? Of course not. I started talking to two other guys while French Guy was in the bathroom, had them pretend to be my long-lost pals, and left with them after half an hour of trying to be nice to French Guy. Me and the two randoms - Ted and Wes - checked out 1849. It was actually pretty cool. They both had graduated from Cornell, were now finishing up law school, and Ted was out celebrating a job offer from a law firm he had interned at last summer. He said he was looking forward to moving out. Poor guy, his parents bought the apartment next to theirs for him to live in, on the Upper West Side. Hard, hard, life.
2 years ago