I ran into a guy last night, a man I had one very uneventful sushi date with three years ago. He was The Other Guy I dated when I first started seeing The Doctor. He didn't stand a chance.
Three years later would it be any different? You would think I would just leave these stones unturned, not pursue something I didn't think was worth my time three years ago.
But things change, I have changed, circumstances are different. Maybe I'll have a drink with this guy. Maybe I won't.
He smokes cigarettes and instead of instant repulsion all I could think was that he smelled like The Latest Virgin Bartender, and I wanted to kiss him for it.
I have not spoken to The Virgin Bartender in a week now, since he slept in my bed next to me but not with me, since I sent him a message saying I wanted to kiss him despite the circumstamces, since he said to stop being dramatic.
Fatalistic might be a better word.
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