Tell your friends to stop mentioning your name on bars on Wednesday nights when you aren’t there
You need to tell your friends we didn’t fuck so they stop mentioning your name at bars on Wednesday nights three weeks from the last time we interacted with one another. And notice I say interacted and not speak because we didn’t really speak. I wanted to talk, but you refused to grant me that privilege. That right to stare you down and tell you my exact feelings at this
rightfuckingmomentintime
No. You just did what mostly your body told you what to do until I said no. And then you tried to convince me otherwise but I guess you told your friends something else because now they’re bringing your name up at bars and it’s driving me crazy because my mind has been every where but on you.
Until this very goddamn second when you’ve made your appearance known.
So tell your friends to shut the fuck up.
Because you know that nothing really happened.
Not really.
And if something did.
You would have told me about it.
If anything,
you know
meant
something
you would have found a way to contact me and tell me so we could continue on our paths to meaning or whatever.
Not on my route past the foosball table to the bathroom while getting called out asking how intimately I know you and asking why I know you and asking when I am going to see you again and asking to pass a message along.
Let me be picked up by other strangers so their friends can gratefully forget about me next time I am out on a week night.
We will all appreciate it.
