Megan decides to go uptown to a concert instead of coming out for post-show cocktails.
Megan is really pretty. And she's really pretty.
We embrace.
Me: I'm glad your dad is okay (Sudden thought: Idiot, he's not out of the woods yet). For now. (OMGWTF!) Oh wow. That was really bad. Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. I meant, like he's okay right now--(what's that noise she's making? Is she crying?) Are you crying? Please don't cry. I can't believe I just said that.
She was laughing. And when she composed herself, she said when I become a TV star I need to play someone's dorky best friend.
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2 comments:
Woo-woo! Do I hear wedding bells?
No?
Maybe I had the stroke.
That's an awesome story. You should make it just a little more heartless by using it in a play sometime.
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