Last night, at the gala, my friend Becca and I realized that high school dsn't really end.
There was a woman passed out on the lap of her date at the Temple of Dendur. There were various lil circles of giggling anorexics and their gay pals. We overheard a conversation that went: Gay man late 20s: "Well, I can try to get a sense of what he thinks from other people if you want. He hasn't called at all tho??" Desperate woman in mid 30s: "I dunno--I mean, he texted me the other day, and we've been texting back and forth but..." Excuse me? A 30-something woman texting a potential significant other? C'mon. To quote Miranda "It's like 7th grade with bank accounts."
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Last night, at the gala, my friend Becca and I realized that high school dsn't really end.
There was a woman passed out on the lap of her date at the Temple of Dendur.
There were various lil circles of giggling anorexics and their gay pals.
We overheard a conversation that went:
Gay man late 20s: "Well, I can try to get a sense of what he thinks from other people if you want. He hasn't called at all tho??"
Desperate woman in mid 30s: "I dunno--I mean, he texted me the other day, and we've been texting back and forth but..."
Excuse me?
A 30-something woman texting a potential significant other?
C'mon. To quote Miranda "It's like 7th grade with bank accounts."
i may just post this later.
hmm.
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