Instead, let's talk about my recent humiliation. You'll love it.
I asked a guy out for drinks recently, something I've done before. I mean, I've been dating (except for when in relationships) since I was 13. So I'm, um, experienced.
But this particular guy pushed it back til the following week, b/c "busy." Then he sorta "forgot" to reschedule. (Translation: dude does not like me.)
Why is that weird? What's weird about it?
Look, here's Jason Moran:
In new-blog news, a poem about the wild animal that is grief:
Next week: my scintillating new apt.