I don't talk about my personal life because of a few reasons. 1) I'm paranoid. 2) I worry about complaining too much and 3) I have a hard time telling stories in a way that isn't a giant yawn.
But I feel like it is my duty to share this because I swear, stuff like this only happens to me.
The guy that I talked about here and here and I'm sure some other places but I'm too lazy to go back and look called me tonight to ask if it was okay for him to give his new girlfriend (the girl he calls his freaking soul mate and has plans to marry) my phone number so she can text me and get to know me.
How does that even make sense? I've seen enough lifetime movies to know that there is no normal reason as to why she would want to "get to know me".
See what I mean?
This week started off with a bang. More like a slap to the face.