seal of approval.

15Nov09

20 years down the line, i’m glad i’ll have this blog to look back at the ridiculous things that happened to me in my 20s. cause really, you can’t make any of this shit up.

last night i was out at this awesome speakeasy bar in nyc for junior high‘s bf’s bday. i didn’t drink at all because i had the stomach flu randomly early friday morning. it was awful. everyone kept telling me that alcohol kills germs, but alcohol also makes people vom. i stayed away.

i was talking to nice jewish boy and he was reminiscing (something he is known for doing) about how his roommate, shit out of luck, really wanted to hook up with me at jh’s bday party. in conversation he told me that seven year itch gave sool his seal of approval to hook up with me.

first off he didn’t mean syi’s seal of approval like that, which is what i originally thought njb was getting at. he clarified that syi meant that sool should go for it because i’m a nice girl and totally dateable. interestingly enough, syi never wanted to date me seriously. what gives?!

and for what it’s worth, syi was never my boyfriend, so he has no right giving any one any kind of “seal of approval” when it comes to me. i get it, it’s like a dog and once he pisses on his territory, it’s “his.” but like the dead grass that’s leftover because of it, so is what we had.