Last night, i sorta ‘won’ something when i wasnt even trying. And when i boarded a cab, the driver told me that he had picked me up on Sat night as well. What are the odds?
Alas, that lucky streak did not materialise in other things.
However, a guy who spoke to me some time back at the club spoke to me again, but i was so zoned out i was caught off guard. I did not bother to maintain the conversation with him. Before you start flaming me for being a bitch, let me say that i find him disconcerting in a way i cant really explain. Actually, i find him scary. All he asked me was if i was heading back home.
Hmmm, i wonder what he meant …