I receive the best (ha) message from Mr. Reeves.
He does not want to persue a relationship with me. It goes on and on.
I laugh at it and share it with Bryan at work.
"He's asshole" Bryan says, "forget about him"
He's right.
But what's wrong with me?
I'm begining to wonder, then I remember I'm trying to date in Seattle.
Fucked up.
I quit.
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