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I got hardcore cockblocked the past two weeks.
I went to a local hipster bar where all the liberal arts students go to on wednesdays for Reggae Night. We get there and I meet this girl, who I hit it off with instantly, and we're dancing and joking and drinking, etc. I go outside to get some air, she follows; it's obvious she's interested. We end up kissing (which was amazing but weird because she was my first since breaking up with my long time girlfriend) and we go get late night breakfast. I walk her home, kiss her goodnight and decline coming in (still feeling weird). I get home, sleep, life is good.
The next wednesday we all go out and I go pick Kate up. We get there and my friend Oli is laughing up a storm and says "How are you and Kate getting along?" and I said great. "You know she has a boyfriend right".
Well, it already took a lot of lengthy thought to decide I was okay with it, and this set back destroyed it. I know you can see where this is going.
Turns out she doesn't have a boyfriend. Oli and Company thought it was hilarious that the first girl I was going to hook up with post break up was a disaster. We're going out tonight. Without Oliver haha.
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EX: Whats new?
ME: I officially love coffee more then you now.
EX: uh...
ME: So, not much.
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