Maledicte

I have this theory. It states that in Manhattan (let's say) there are only a certain number of people who I am going to find attractive. And that mostly, every person I see on the street, I will never see again. Thus, when I see an attractive guy on the street, chances are, I am never going to see him again.

This theory severely depresses me.

But I can't help but believe it. It just makes too much sense to me.

Tonight, at the play I went to, there was this guy. He looked like Shawn/Aaron Ashmore, only younger and a bit thinner. I caught his eye a couple times. I smiled. I was all ready to walk up to him and slip him my number. (I kid you not.) But then he turned and walked in the opposite direction that I wanted to go. And my mother pulled me along to get a cab.

There goes another one.