I am a fan of Rick Astley's music and think he is talented and sexy. Everyone else can have buble, while I enjoy a secret Rickroll in the hay.
You’ve chosen to slap the “infidelity” label on his actions, and now you feel compelled to have a full-blown my-boyfriend-cheated-on-me meltdown.
 

Boy at the Roxy

You were wearing a black t-shirt. I was wearing a grey tank top and hair in a bun. I bumped into you at the Roxy. I turned to say sorry, you turned too. We paused. We locked eyes. You blew me a kiss and I smiled at turned away. Why did I leave? Was looking for you after but I was liquored and didn't remember your face. If by chance you remember me, lets get together
When: 
2013-01-25 00:00:00
Where: 
the roxy
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