so in classic sit-com fashion the arts chick (the one that thought we were dating when we really werent.) came in tonight.
i was all ready to break the news to her.
"its not you, its me. i'm just not attracted to you."
i was half expecting her to cry
half expecting me to suddenly fall in love with her immediately after i broke it off and then she wouldnt have anything to do with me.
but i never expected what happened
she doesnt like me
well, she does but in that whole brotherly love for all mankind kind of way.
this dissapoints me greatly
though i am relieved that i figured it all out before i went through my pre-planned speech
"now, i know that you think of me as the greatest man that ever lived, but..."
yeah so now i just have to deal with the humbling fact that i am not the object of an obsessive crush.
but all in all this was a great way to end the debacle
that is, if indeed this is over
6:44 a.m. - 1997-10-14
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