Okay, so let’s tell the story about how the dude setting up my new desk last Wednedsay asked me out. Twice. He’d only been there for 16 minutes. Great. Then he asked me what religion I was. I answered, “Catholic,” & he asked me if Catholics were allowed to date outside the religion (he was Muslim). It was good, fun, awkward times.
My roommate is SO supportive of my troubles:
[Amanda’s sn]: there must be something about your purple star boxers that just turns him on in the worst way…..
I fucking love my purple star boxers. Bitch. Oh yeah & a bird crapped on me the same morning when I went to take the garbage out. Nice.
