Last night, after a long day at work, I was feeling zesty so I decided to meet a guy from the website for drinks. Despite the fact that he had a nicer shaped head than I anticipated (it looked a little like someone had taken an ice cream scoop to it in his picture), my enthusiasm soon gave way to wine-induced drowsiness. I sat and listened to him talk about basketball and how many brothers he has for a fair amount of time before calling it quits. He followed me all the way home in the rain even though I told him I was tired. Once home, I went to bed and left him in the living room with my roommate. If he was a murderer, it was her problem now; that’s what she gets for watching “The Big Bang Theory.”
Woke up this morning to find my roommate was still alive, we hadn’t been burglarized, and I got a full eight hours, so it was a success all around. I can’t remember his name but I think it was either Edamame or Egg.
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