So it turns out the shoe did not, in fact, drop as my last post indicated. I was simply being paranoid that the guy hadn't called me. But call me he did and off I went to Brooklyn to attend a party for him.
At the end of the party, about 2 hours ago, I think I was given a rather ambiguous variation of the "let's be friends" speech.
One dropped shoe, two hours, and three trains later, I'm home.
I'm going the fuck to bed.
Alone again (Naturally).
And for once, that suits me just fine.
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