artistic hermit encounters war criminal

So Jen dragged me to Mitch’s last night because apparently I “never go out anymore” and “live like a hermit.” Which is rich coming from someone who spent last weekend reorganizing her closet by color AND season. But whatever, I went.

artistic hermit encounters war criminal

There was this guy sitting in the corner sketching logo concepts on a cocktail napkin like some kind of artistic hermit. I told him that was the dorkiest thing I’d ever seen. He told me my taste in music was a war crime. We argued for forty-five minutes about whether Death Cab for Cutie is pretentious indie nonsense (it is) or if Britney Spears represents the downfall of civilization (she doesn’t).

Found him exactly like this - artistic hermit mode activated

The great music debate of 2008 - neither of us backed down

He asked for my number. I said no because hello, we just spent the better part of an hour insulting each other’s entire personalities. But then I got home and kept thinking about how he laughed when I said his haircut looked like he let a drunk art student attack him with safety scissors. And now he’s somehow found me on Facebook like some kind of digital detective.

When he found me on Facebook like some kind of digital detective

I don’t know why I’m still thinking about it. This is concerning.