Today, I overheard a guy at work make a joke:
"Tiffany can't have more than 3 Asians in her cubicle."
Immediately, my two other Asian coworkers mentioned it was racist and that he wouldn't say that about white people but they kind of laughed it off. His defense was "It's Tiffany's rule, not mine!" Which made it even worse that he was deflecting blame.
I didn't see who he was, which is probably best since I'd feel really weird around him from this point on. It kind of bothers me you know?
I really need to STOP obsessing over tiny detailsssssssssssssssss
I thought he liked me more than I liked him, but holy shit I'm so full of it.
I invited him over to watch movies because that's all I've been wanting to do this week: watch movies with him. But then I had to pick up a bookshelf from a friend and I thought it would be cute to ask him to help bring it to my dorm. Then ensued a series of unfortunate events:
He's a nice guy though, hope he has a good life.
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."