Can't touch me!

Oh, just when I think I'm done with the whole schmole!

Two days ago:

Me: Hey, you know what. I don't think I'm completely over him.
Sis: Oh. I saw him today.
Me: ??!!
Sis: We had lunch.
Me: ??!!
Sis: As a big group.
Me:How big is 'big'?
Sis: Ok, not that big. Seven people.
Me: Who?!! Who?!!
Sis: *listing names*... P---, M-----, M-----, him, a friend of his, then this girl joined us later.
Me: Did she have long, wavy hair??!!
Sis: Yeah.
Me: Was she skinny??!!
Sis: No, not that skinny... normal.
Me: What was he wearing??!!
Sis: erm *giving me strange look* SHIT-coloured khaki berms. Puma sneakers, hmm, black sunglasses.
Me: What top was he wearing??!!
Sis: I don't know ok? I didn't take extra notice of him. I shouldn't have told you about this.
Me: Ok ok, I don't care anyway.

*silence* My sis goes back to her work, I try to read my history notes.

Me: *meekly* Where was he sitting?
Sis: *lists positions*
Me: HE WAS SITTING NEXT TO YOU??!!
Sis: I didn't talk to him at all!
Me: Did he say anything??!!
Sis: Not to me. He talked to the girl, and to his other guy friend mostly.
Me: What was he eating?!!
Sis: Sausage sizzle.
Me: Yuck, that's disgusting. Who else was eating a sausage?
Sis: Pretty much everyone else except me and M-----.
Me: What was he drinking??!! Coke? Cream soda?
Sis: Beer.
Me: What type? VB??
Sis: It was just beer from the keg.

(YUCK... an alcoholic, Leanne tells me the next day.)

Me: He likes you right? (That's why he sat next to you) He finds you prettier than me! (everyone does.)
Sis: *indignantly* Look, he's a piece of shit ok? I don't give a shit about him!!!!!
Me: *mournfully* No! Don't be so mean!
Sis: He IS a piece of shit, ok?
Me: Yes. Yes he is.
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For the next two days, my 'over-him meter' slips from 83.6% to about say, 45.8%.
I'm pathetic. I'm pathetic. I'm pathetic.

So yesterday, while I was at Pick-and-Save, I decided to chat with the cute Indian cashier. Found out that he's studying at Box Hill TAFE.
Pffft, I'm good at this.