Last night I was chatting with E over a beer and he mentioned "hey, did you hear that 'So and So' from the gym broke up... she was really devastated last week". Me: "heck, I didn't even know they used to date!" (Note before I go on: it's hard for me to interact with new people at the gym... perhaps because I have my iPod on 100% of the time - or else I feel naked - and, at least according to E, I look too serious and unapproachable)
Well, 'So and So' did date, and for like 5 years. Mrs 'So' is a really nice gal who I actually know, at least superficially, and Mr 'So' is a guy who managed to break the iPod barrier a few times to chat with me. He seemed like a nice guy, and a few weeks back he kinda sorta asked me out, luckily I had no interest whatsoever and turned him down.
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(now folks, please don't take me as one of those bitchy feminists, but stop asking what compelled me to write the Peter Pan Syndrome post, ok?)
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