i'm really good at internet dating
- potential suitor: Are you as obsessed with Beiber [sic] in real life as in the comics?
- me: I am not "obsessed" with him, that sounds crazy. No, I'd describe our relationship as a connection that transcends fame, distance, and age, an unbreakable bond between two entwined souls, possibly the greatest romance of the 21st century.
Today my dad told me the stories of how he met both my mom and stepmom
My stepmom: met through a friend of a friend of an ex-girlfriend (or something). one of their first dates was a Dave Matthews Band concert. (1998)
My mom: met each other at a neighborhood bar. my mom wrote her number on a matchbook and gave it to my dad. did the “call me” hand gesture. (approx. 1986)
I was waiting for the train at Clark/Lake and a guy asked me for a dollar. I didn’t have any cash. He started making small talk with me, what am I up to today, where am I going? I explained I was going to Lakeview, we talked about Wrigley Field for a bit. He studied my face and said, “thank you.” I was confused. He kept staring at me, his eyes darted down, and I finally noticed he was tugging his dick. Embarrassed, I walked three steps away from him, right as his train pulled up, and he left.
I don’t know I thought it was funny.