Thursday, April 18, 2002
Dinner with Kelly. Of course it was boys for starters, guys for the main course and men for dessert. She must have spent an hour and a half complaining about Robert. God knows why she even talks to me about him — she knows I think he's a jerk. He twists her around his little finger — and then there's all that stuff about doing a threesome with another guy. Okay, I'm sure 99% of guys would like to do a threesome, but isn't it usually with two women? And yet she doesn't find that weird; doesn't see the big flashing neon light saying, 'This guy's a sleazoid — find a normal guy.'
Still, who am I to talk? I've got a crush on some guy who's wandered into the bar a couple of times, doesn't seem to have a change of clothes, and has a 'beer sense'. And on top of that, I bet I'll never see him again.
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