poop

I met this guy this weekend.

He's cute and funny and nice.

He seemed to quite enjoy my company, so much to the point of being nervous around me.

"Finally," I thought, "perhaps this will be my break."

I was thinking of ways I could be nice and devote myself to someone else's happiness. After all, I've done it before. I can do it again.





Then my roommate texted me with news that he has started dating someone.

The Fates are laughing.