This afternoon I was at the grocery store and the back of the man's t-shirt in front of me read, "Fuck them and their rules." My first thought was, "wow, I'm surprised that shirt has the correct 'their'," and my second thought was, "wow, why can't I find me a man like that?" One with long flowing greasy (wet?) hair and unafraid to just put it out there. The hair. The rebellion. Fuck the rules.
Then he turned around.
Hmmm...
He looked familiar.
Of course! It was a dude I totally had a crush on in high school.
I think it's a sign that I need to start believing in signs. And since I now believe in signs, this sign says I totally suck at picking men and for Henry's sake, I need to stay single for the rest of my life.
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