so, not only have I been increasingly coincidentally running into the dream boy i asked out two months ago, but it seems apparent that he lives on my street. or his girlfriend does.
the reason i asked him out was because i was leaving Dumbo, and figured i'd probably never see him again. now he fucking ends up living on the street of my new place?!!
i'm pretty sure he thinks i'm stalking him. hahahaha. oh, god. well, i know i'm not staying here longer than one year if i survive the toxic smells in this apartment without dying from carbon monoxide poisoning.
it's just beyond ironic, that's all. he's probably scared to see me. whatever. his loss, truly.
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