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Stupid Tequila / Oranges in our drinks Location: 22:40, walking up Broadway w a friend Mood: hopeful Music: people in your life are seasons, And anything that happen is for a reason  Me: There are three types of people in the world. Single, sorta single and not single. Her: Which one are you? Me: Which one do you want me to be?Busy weekend. Here're the highlights. Friday, meet up with Pretty Jenny and her friends. We all hang out downtown where an outdoor flick's playing. Then we're off in cabs to another joint where I snap the pic below and Jenny buys rounds. Gave Tequila another chance and she screwed me. Always ends the same. Saturday, Rain, Hazel, Paul and I hit up a few bars and The Park. Between the bartender whipping a patron with his own belt and the skinnydipping in the club, I run into the Cornell crew; a woman from way back; somea Paul's friends; and somea Gio's friends. Said it before, NYC's a small town. Eh, at least you're never bored. Speaking of town, Caligirl's back in it and wants to get together; she's marrying someone else. But it's not the man she loves and not me either. It'd be funny if it wasn't. She found out about this blog too so I guess her story ends here. Arrive home comfortably numb, and there's a painfully sad email sitting in my inbox that sobered me up right quick. Couldn't read it all. Guess that story ends here too. She had the most beautiful eyes. Three stories ended this weekend, in one way or another. I'm always exiting people's Venn Diagram or vice versa. Sucks either way. Hence the Tequila. Stupid Tequila. Rethinking pouring my life into this blog. No. 5 once asked once if I was lonely. No, I said, I have my secrets. Only got a few left. And those I wish I didn't have. Cause they rattle 'round my brain at 5AM and keep me up. Stupid secrets. Me: Not sure - I guess sorta single? Doesn't matter. The night is young and we have oranges in our drinks. Well, I do anyway. You've got bubbles.  Labels: New York City, NYC, random meetings, single life, venn diagrams  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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