So I had an open house for my soap on Saturday (it was very successful, thank you). C was invited because he's on my catalog list. T was invited because I mentioned it and he said he might go.
Remember how I said it would be funny to see what T thought of C? Yeah. universes collided. C doesn't know who T is, but T knows all about C. his comments are as follows:
He seemed a little light in the loafers.
If I was the jealous Asshole type, it would have been bad.
I have nothing to fear from him. What's he going to do? Drop Caracatures on me? stage talk me to death?
I almost fell over when T walked through the door. (without knocking, like he owned the place, and made himself very comfortable there. Which is just fine with me) I don't even thing C noticed, partially since he and I were not speaking when T and I were together, partially because I don't think it would occur to him that T is my type.
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