Terminally Single.

People watching in Dupont Circle. Despite the amazing weather--I can't believe I know consider anything above 50 to be good weather--I decided to judge through the glass of the corner Starbucks. I can't be seen and this isn't my part of town, that ends after Lucky Bar. Before I can think too much about it, crazy takes a human form and sits down next to me, ranting about her poor decisions of the night before. Histronic in demeanor, she continues to talk to herself even when her friend excuses herself to use the restroom. "I want to throw myself in front of a train. I can't believe I slept with her. I'm making a new rule for myself, I'm not going to sleep with anyone unless I'm in love with them." It's not my problem but I certainly don't mind being in a better place about my relationships than the person next to me.