Janice is back. She went home for a couple of weeks before she quit her job (don't worry, she called me immediately afterward and I had to awkwardly console her. Isn't this a boyfriend job!?).
I had completely forgotten about her. Until I got a text this afternoon:
"Hey I'm baaaaaaack! drinks tonight??"
Fuck. Fuck! She sent me an email with new pictures from her vacation. I have to admit... she's looking good. My brain and my penis are in a battle of epic proportions.
I'm meeting her for drinks.
Damn you. You always win.