One of them is coming up this weekend to get schwasty with us for St. Patty's. He recently broke up with a girlfriend. He's really hot. He told my friend that he thought I was cute, from what he could see of my Facebook profile.
I hate this sort of thing, because now I have expectations of how the weekend could go, and I know that nothing ever ends up meeting my expectations, let alone exceeding them.
Sigh.
Guess I'll just try to keep running then. Get some of this fat off before Saturday.
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