The Musician seems to think I need to be dating. I'm not too sure why, but he does. I wanted his opinion about this guy Storm, who works down the street at the grocery.
Storm comes across as gay sometimes.
Text -: Storm is straight. Saw him flirting madly with co-worker.
Musician text -: Cool. Talk to him.
Text-: There's no point. He's not available.
Musician text -: You saying if I flirt with two girls I shouldn't have either?
Text -: I'm saying if he's totally into her, giddy into her, there is no point. I can not compete.
The Musician seems to feel that Storm would be a good match for me. Until this morning, I would have argued but I was actually ready to set my sights on Storm. That was until I spotted him drooling over his co-worker.
Now, I'm right back to feeling like the universe has other plans for me. As in finding a nice cave somewhere to live a Hermit's life.
Oh well, as the song lyric says, "it can't rain all the time"
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