So this cute boy decides to sit next to me on the train. He asked me what i was knitting. I showed him, and we discussed our frustrtations with patterns published by Rowan after he disclosed that he knit a Rowan sweater himself. He asks to borrow my pen to outline a script for his audition.
Here's the kicker:
I never even asked for his number.
I fuckin blew it so hardcore. (sorry for the swearing, but I rarely sweare as little as I do on this blog)
So, i've got a craigslist post out there, but damn, I'm so stupid!