Today I was walking to campus when I encountered a guy from my apartment complex. We had gone on a couple of dates early in the year, and of course we see each other around a lot, and so we stopped and talked for a few minutes.
It was sort of an awkward conversation--I was feeling kind of out of it--but this was amplified to the max when, trying to make light and hilarious banter, I said "Hey, you're getting married in thirteen days!"
This was a made up number that I threw out there because I knew he was getting married sometime soon. There was a pause in the conversation.
"Uh," he said, "Yeah. Yeah, that's the exact number of days."
So then things got weird real fast.
I WAS NOT NOR HAVE I EVER STALKED HIM, HIS FIANCEE, OR HIS WEDDING.
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