Yes, officially. We FINALLY hung out at a non-work function on Saturday night and I was so turned off by what I saw. I’m amazed he was able to maintain that charade for almost a full year.
We were invited to a party in Brooklyn and decided to go grab a drink at Crocodile Lounge before hopping on the L train to Williamsburg. When he showed up at the bar, I could not get over how strange he looked. He had blown out his hair and gelled it into an almost-mohawk. He wore a long-sleeve Henley (like Michael C. Hall on Dexter!) and a pinstripe vest. It did not work on him as an entire ensemble.
Then we head over to this party, where I start to realize that he’s a total freak weirdo. We have such different perceptions of what is fun/cool/art/interesting. And then I saw him dance. And it officially booted him out of the game. Such a crazy, spastic dancer.
Farewell, Jim. It’s been fun!
