today's fond memory from a few years ago is as strange as the photo above. another acquaintance (referred to as "jerk mcgirk" hereafter) recently reunited with an ex, and made it very public knowledge. we went on a few dates in the past, but it had been over for some time. while preparing to write a stimulating lab report about fruit flies, he showed up at my apartment one night, saying he wanted to visit for a bit. i had a very good and yet disturbing vision in my head of what his "visits" may possibly entail, and blocked the door with my arm. "don't you have to go home to your girlfriend?", i asked. jerk mcgirk got a sweet smile on his face and pitched his best line, which oozed like a pile of slimy okra. "but baby... spending some time with you makes it easier for me to go home to her". i'm taking donations of sympathy cards and flowers for the lucky girlfriend.
lesson for guys: girls don't usually like being the other woman, let alone the "few minutes" other woman.
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