Kid separated his shoulder waterskiing the day of his party
So the past week (outside of the work part) has been pretty fun. I went back to Wisconsin for the 4th. A 7th grade friend had a party, so I got to see him for the first time in about 8 years (wow. that's long). My hatred for Wrigleyvile grew, as some Bro must have broken off the back fender of my bike to show off for some illiterate girls he was with.
I went to the cafe today after my haircut in hopes of seeing D from last week. She wasn't there, which isn't a giant surprise. But now it makes me think that I should have gotten her number before running away. Instead of complain about that single situation, maybe I'll try to do it differently with the next girl.
While at the cafe, the barista gave me free coffee with my sandwich (yay! free stuff!), but who knows, it could've just been a mistake. Though she was really cute and made some small talk about Chicago's disgusting weather, there's a funny clipping from the Onion titled "Barista Not Actually Flirting with You" (Read it. It's funny) taped to where you order coffee. So that pretty much knocks down any truth to my assumption.
Have you ever thought someone was into you and then been completely wrong also? I know this wasn't my first time.
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