Then today, I get this email from Boy 3, the guy I saw for one hot minute in October. The email was two lines long..."Saw you yesterday...in my office...with my boss..."
How fucken weird! Of course Boy works for Mark Gorton. I'd like to say "Suddenly, it all made sense to me," but everything made even less sense. It really tripped me out to get that communique. It was the second time I'd heard about Boy in the past two weeks, because he'd run into a friend from school, and she actually recognized him from a party we went to at her place. It made me want to re-think life and fate, which I don't particularly believe in. But I'm willing to rethink these things.
I asked him why he didn't say hello. He wrote back:
i wish i had said hello, too. instead i left the
office at four fifteen to avoid a potentially awkward encounter.
that's how much of an adult i am.