More apocalypse, less angst
i realized this morning that the hunter (you know, the exaggerating date from saturday night) doesn’t even know my name. i have corrected him in the past twice (somewhere along the way he picked up this tendency to call me “nancy” which is pretty far off from my actual name). this morning he called me “nancy drew” as a joke (which at first i couldn’t figure out, and would be annoying if my name really was nancy), and then later used the name again while talking to me. because there were other people around, i didn’t correct him this time. i’ll try to be discreet about that one, it’s sorta ridiculous at this point.