this is why i hate phones.

if i were amish, this wouldn't happen. i would just walk across the village to see her. or a horse-drawn carriage.

but i met one of the most beautiful girls i've ever seen in person friday night. of course, she was a waitress. and i was like the fly and she was like fly paper. i know i said words to her. i hoped they were strewn together into complete sentences, complete thoughts, etc. i gave her my phone number in a state of complete spontaniety just because i didn't want to hear her answer if i was to ask hers.

she called the next night. at 11:57 p.m. wanting to hang out. where was I? at a bar. with my phone not on vibrate.

i wanted to punch myself in the face.

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