A hot guy at Metropolitan hit on me and then put a dollar in the jukebox to play this song, my favorite song. I thought we were meant to be. He read my mind; he knew I loved New Order! Then I realized I was in Williamsburg, where all fags love New Order. And then he started reading this month’s Economist at the bar. And then I moved on.
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