Synchronicity
She told me we first met many months ago, I mentioned I was poly. She looked it up and now she is too.
Both thinking the other is too scary to talk to because she is dressed as a punk vampire at a kink party.
Not recognizing her, she is the first girl I offer a lollipop to at the dyke march.
Praying I didn't lose her number and walking into her while both wearing little more then blue body paint.
I had the confidence to chat her up this weekend because I literally kicked some ass at a party. Eerily that was her ex.
Coincidence? I think not.
Clearly this is a plot by the government to get me to expose my extraterrestrial heritage.
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