[9:46 a.m.] [2002-09-13]
[My Place in the Universe]

Conspiracy Theory:

The Universe does not want me to date anyone.

Proof: So the other day I went to this amazing poetry show at the Poets Asylum and I met this cute man. He happened to be the bass player for my friend’s band, whom I thought was old friends with my friend. I started thinking "wow, cool a friend of a friend, we have a mutual friend in common, that is good a place to start as anywhere." At the end of the evening this bassist came up to me in the parking lot and struck up a conversation about my poetry and stuff. We talked for a few minutes and he made mention of an upcoming festival we were both going to be at. Then he asked if we could talk some more out at the festival later this month. I said that I would like that. And then we said goodnight and I left. No big deal. I was thinking, "this is cool, he's cute, smart, and a musician. Hey maybe something could happen." That's all.

So a couple of days later I got up the gumption to email our mutual friend and ask him in an awkward, yet cute way, if he would pass along my email to the bass player. Then I waited...

Last night I hosted a very long night of poetry at Westfield State, where our "mutual friend" was performing. After a while, I asked our friend if he had received my email. He told me he did, but he had to tell me something. It seems that the bassist sent the band an email the day after the poetry show (the morning after we talked in the parking lot) and told them that he was quitting the band.

He quit the band!!!

He won't be going out to the poetry festival.

We won't have a chance to talk again.

The band already has a new bassist, but she is a she!

The Universe is chuckling at me today.

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