From "Related: Movin Out, Moving In, Moving On (#1.1)"
Okay, so he stands up to give me a hug, right, and I swear to God, he smelled like cat food but like he didn't even have any idea because he lost his sense of smell in a bike accident.
Well, didn't you notice this when he hit on you at the bar?
No, this wasn't the emotionally unavailable guy from the bar. This was the co-dependent, wrong number guy. Keep up.