The universe is out to get me.

This is a conversation between one of my reporters and I tonight. She did a live shot for my 5pm news at this church carnival. It had completely escaped my mind that Douche-Bag Scott went to that church, until she sent me that text. Ugh.

It wouldn’t be that bad except that on Monday I got one of the occasional emails from Match with my “newest matches". I’m not even a member anymore. Guess who was third on the list? You guessed it! Douche-Bag Scott! He’s still on there, months and months later.

And then Wednesday, my friend sent me a picture of a cosmo article that fit him to a T, and said it reminded her of him.

Ok universe, you win. (waves flag in surrender).

Sigh.