I�m in a coffeeshop working on my own. The rest of the place is full of Filipinos in groups, talking and laughing. There�s a traveler-type girl sitting on her own to my left� (traveler-type giveaways? She�s alone. She�s reading a book�. Okay, really it�s because she�s white). I�m tempted to see if she wants to grab dinner later � it�s Saturday night and I�m going to have dinner alone - but I can see that her book has the word �sin� in it, so first I google it to make sure she isn�t reading some kind of religions tome.
It isn�t a religious book, but the exercise reminds me of all the things that could be painful about a whole dinner with a stranger and I decide to go to the gym instead.
4:59 p.m. - 2008-05-17
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