Uh oh...it's been coming for about two weeks, but tonight will be the "official end" I'm thinking...
(text from last night) "Hey Ecto! Are you free tomorrow? There's something I want to talk to you about before you go to San Francisco for the week." Either we're done, or she's pregnant (please god no!).
But, in a fortuitous stroke of luck, a cute girl sat at a table near me this morning at the coffee shop, and we're gonna meet up for a drink next week. You know what they say - the best way to get over someone is to get under someone!
