On second thought.

I’m going to have to go with the idea that Friendster Boy entered The Shop totally unaware that it was where I, the slighted Friendster Girl, work. Reviewing my profile, I do not mention the name of the shop nor do I have a good enough photo to make me recognizable in person.

Since nobody ever only comes to The Shop once, I think I might wait until he inevitably returns. Or I’ll email him. Or I’ll do nothing.

Indecisive. Guess I need a hamburger.