Tonight my roommate and I went out to a Mexican restaurant. I imagine that because I was wearing actual pants and he was wearing sweats, that because I wore a coat and he had on a t-shirt, that because I ordered with words and he ordered by pointing to a name in Spanish, and because I paid with a credit card and he gave me some wadded up 5 dollar bills that it looked like I was babysitting and the cute waiter was immediately uninterested in me after having given me the invitation to flirt.
I'm never going to get laid living with this guy. Ever.
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