Hey, there! It’s me. Remember me? How could you not, I’m the guy in your CC class who always exchanges knowing glances with you when “that guy” who never does the reading just won’t shut up. Oh, no? Of course you don’t. Well, I’m also the one whose shoulder you insisted on using as a handkerchief at that frat party on Saturday night. The one who held your hair back when you… oh, that rings a bell? Okay, well then why do you act like you’ve never seen my face when I walk by you on Broadway?
The first time it happened, I was convinced it’s just your face. Now I’m pretty skeptical.
