oh good lord, one of the doormen to my apartment building just asked me out.
i was coming back from duane reade with ratty wet hair in an ancient skirt because i need to do some laundry, and he asked for my number and if he could call me sometime.
it really freaked me out, i had no idea what to say. i looked around for his friends to see what the joke was about but there was only me and him there.
sheesh.
what's going on?
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