WordPress dice que si. Pero no lo creo.
I think I’m over him. But then I re-read texts he’d sent me before. And I want to be with him. But I’m moving on; I went out last night! And met about 30 people. It was very fun, and I only felt awkward for about five minutes. It’s easy not to feel awkward here, though, as most guys in D.C. can only talk about their jobs/political views, and I still think I’m slightly more advanced. Ok, I’m not really, but I do feel much more confident than lots of them do, probably because they’re all stumpy.
Ok. He wants to watch a show. I said I would. But I think I might cancel if he ever tries to follow through on it. Oh yeah–I saw him last night, randomly, coming out of a store; he was with his friend. I got a fleeting glance at him and my heart stopped. Oh great, I thought.
We walked together for four very uncomfortable blocks. He looked suspicious of where I was headed, and when I said I’d accidentally passed the locale, and I said goodbye to them, he gave a weak, pained smile—just 5 hours after we’d been emailing happily. I turned to look back and he was staring at me very oddly. He was smoking.
