Thursday

Note to self: Remember Your Date's Name

4th date with Finish Repeat and I meet him at his place of business. He actually has a real job; one where they actually have security. I sign in as a visitor. He looks over my shoulder as I fill it out. Under "Guest of", I can't fucking remember his name and ask him today's date to stall and stare blankly at his face. Note to self: Remember your date's name, especially if this is a 4th date. You can only get away with scribbling an illegible name when you were 4.

Date ends immediately after.
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My Future Ex Husband

My Future Ex Husband: Tucker Max --- About us: San Francisco, bay area raised Catholic school girls dishing about the single life and how it all goes down. Occasional appearances by Ghost Writers, the girls crazy enough to be friends with us, with accounts crazier than ours.

The Truth:
We’re really good at getting what we want, partly because of our God given gift of persuasiveness and also years of practice perfecting our craft. We are also very competitive (especially with each other) and we don’t play fair. This is what happens when you’ve been friends for 16 years and lived next door to eachother. For the better part of our adolescence we were attached at the hip. We also come from very similar backgrounds; we are both the mutts of Asian and Caucasian parents. Therefore, we’re pretty much sisters, and fucking gorgeous. And the best thing about being family is that no matter how much you fuck up, the other one still has to love you (although I think this swings a little more in Greedy Greedy’s favor than mine).