last night Craig and i went to shoot some pool for Balentimes* Day. the bar tender came around and handed out candy hearts. i pulled one that said, “Just One”.
Just One? what does that even mean. she and i talked about it for a minute then gave up.
so i’m throwing it out there to you, my minions.
let’s get philosophical up in here! what do you think it means?
p.s. i chatted with a guy at the bar for a second and the bartender told him i’m a writer. he asked what i write, so i told him the name of the blog and what it’s about. his response? “that’s a terrible title. how do you get away with being so sexist? i’m from New Hampshire and in journalism, soo…”
so you’re a judgmental asshat? whatevs. i’m oddly proud of the whole exchange.
*this is what Craig calls Valentine’s Day.
p.p.s.s.p.$.:P don’t forget to caption this if you haven’t already.