Last night went something like this:
A scene in a crowded bar, a small group sitting in a round booth:
"Hey random guy I've met before. Going well. Yeah? Good to see you again. Blah blah blah, not a big deal, no I'm not taking any crap from you, so there, so there! Why do you want my number? Ohhh, just to send me a mean but funny text? Alright. Let's be friends."
Enter stage right: The Musician.
"Oh hey Musician, this isn't awkward. Glad to see you. No, it's fine that you haven't called. Not a big deal. I feel a little sheepish about the whole pity text thing, but as long as we pretend it never happened, I'll be fine. So. So. You're good? Oh, do you know my newest friend here? Allow me to introduce you - what? Y'all know each other? Y'all are in a band together?"
This town I live in? Terrifyingly small. I'm not sure how much longer I can stand it.
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