Saturday, April 26, 2008

It fucking figures

OF COURSE this is the first week since our blowout that I've seen Colin. OF FUCKING COURSE.

I was destined to run into him this week.

This week, of all weeks. The week where I made more strides towards getting over him than I had in the prior 4 months.

OF COURSE my team still owed money. I had to walk up to the desk, $20 in hand, feigning confidence.

"Hello, stranger," he said.

I tossed the bill in his direction.

"How are you?" he asked. I was already turning away.

"Well, you know," I replied. My voice doesn't carry well in those situations, so I doubt he even heard me. Not that I wanted him to. My response wasn't exactly clever.

He was there. I tried to play. He milled about, doing whatever it is that he does. I felt like I was going to throw up.

I still feel like I'm going to throw up.

Of all of the weeks for this to happen.

1 comments:

Stace said...

Oh that throw up feeling I HATE THAT FEELING and the thing that sucks about it, it carries over to whatever you are doing next, it's not a quick go away thing. I'm sorry you had to see him. I can only imagine that being hard.

 
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