This guy landed in my life, courtesy of late night drinking and strange light patterns at a trashy club. Bundled together with the two circumstances above, he seemed ok. On second sight, in the middle of a sunny afternoon, he was a completely different person from what I remembered. Yet, I decided to bravely give it a chance. After all, he seemed fairly intelligent and he was tall.
This relationship was not to be, chiefly because I soon realized that his arms were too short for his body. Don't laugh, dear reader, it is sad, but true. And whatever unflattering truths this shows about my values and intelligence, I just couldn't stand looking at him. I always wanted to grab him by the hands and stretch them out a bit! The funny thing is that no one but me could see it. Some even went as far as to say that I was making it up. For HIS benefit, I hope they're right... On my part, however, he will always be remembered as sort of grotesque -- once I figured it out, I couldn't think of anything else.
Thank God, I didn't have to give him a reason for not wanting to see him. He just kind of disappeared after one unreturned phone call. (I guess this happens to him a lot).
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