Too Small of a World

It is a small world after all and we're stuck on this Disney ride for life. Damn it. 

So, I used to play dodgeball with a social league in DC. I took a break, and now I'm back. 

It's kind of awesome, I'm not going to lie. 

However, there are LOTS of people who do dodgeball, or one of their other sports they offer (volleyball and kickball).  

After reffing a game, the team headed to the bar as per usual. While sitting around, another group walks in; I happen to turn around. 

BAM! THERE HE IS! 

THE FICKLE PICKLE STRIKES AGAIN! 

I slightly panicked. I was like, "OH CRAP. TERRIFIC. JUST WHO I'D LIKE TO SEE."

I was all jittery inside and freaking out...... and for no good reason.

Then it hit me; I shouldn't be the one freaking out; HE SHOULD.

 He's the one who never called me back! 

He's the one who bailed! 

Not I!

Why was I so freaked out?! 

Anyways, I guess I'll be seeing the Fickle Pickle every Sunday around 5pm at the bar. 

Yaaaaaaaaay. 

(Insert lots of sarcasm)

More Than Just Brunch

This past Sunday morning I went to brunch.

There was a small wait so I stepped outside to enjoy the fresh air. While waiting, a guy and a girl also came outside as they waited for a table. He was a little rambunctious, which I could understand. I, too, was excited for bacon.

I looked up and his face struck a note with me; who was this guy?

Oh yea, that was "MATT", as in the guy who said he was down for brunch that following weekend after our date and never got back to me, "MATT".

Apparently, "Matt" does enjoy bacon on a late, post-hurricane morning, but perhaps just not with me.

That other chick can totally have "Matt". Besides, I had a much better brunch date that morning with one of my good girlfriends from college. She's my homie 4 life.

This town is too small for my liking, sometimes. Hopefully I won't have too many run ins...