| Him: | Are you okay? |
|---|---|
| Me: | Uh, yeah, I'm fine. (please note that I am sitting in the pharmacy waiting area of a CVS) |
| Him: | Oh okay, you looked sad. |
| Me: | Oh! I'm just tired. |
| Him: | You go to MECA? (He motions towards my paint sodden jeans) |
| Me: | Uh yeah. |
| Him: | Ya gotta boyfriend? |
| Me: | Yeah. |
| Him: | What's your name? |
| Me: | Joanne. |
| Him: | So Joanne, what are the dorms like? Are you allowed to live with your boyfriend? |
| Me: | Uh not really. I think if you are engaged or married you can jump through some loopholes and do some paperwork, but I hear its not really worth it. |
| Him: | Ah. I'm Tommy by the way. |
| *nods* | |
| Him: | Well, I'll see you around Joanne. |
| Me: | Yeah, okay, bye. |
