Mark Zuckerberg was never in love with Erica Albright. Honestly, Mark is pretty sure he's never been in love at all in a romantic way, never cared for someone so deeply that he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with them. Erica was... a pretty face, a pretty sharp mind, a mix of a bunch of traits and qualities that Mark could see himself enjoying being around. Perhaps more than anything else, she was also straight with him, not the type to act coy or shy in the way that so many simpering girls at Harvard did (he knows that it's a stereotype, and a negative one at that, but there are a lot of girls who seem to roam the campus with the sole intention of nailing a good husband, rather than hoping for higher institutions and degrees beyond that Bachelor's). But Mark Zuckerberg was never in love with Erica Albright, so what he feels right now is just some mild level of discomfort. If she's really from the time that Eduardo says she is— and he has no reason to lie about this— then she's not precisely enamored with Mark right now. Probably means he should avoid her.
It's just another stupid grain of rice on the freaking scale, and right now, drowsy as he is, there are still moments when Mark feels like all of it is just going to go tipping over.
"That night in the restaurant," Mark repeats with a soft nod. "Right. Great."
A thought suddenly crosses his mind, the fact that he's really grateful this girlfriend Eduardo's mentioned isn't Erica. Not that he thinks that his best friend, even estranged, would ever do such a thing. But still, there's an unquestionable relief that lodges itself in his chest, and Mark hates himself a little for it. These things shouldn't matter.
Not sure he wants to admit to Wardo how he spent the last several seconds before the island refreshing Erica's facebook page, he looks over instead. "Tell me about this guy who looks like me."
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Date: 2011-06-02 03:55 pm (UTC)It's just another stupid grain of rice on the freaking scale, and right now, drowsy as he is, there are still moments when Mark feels like all of it is just going to go tipping over.
"That night in the restaurant," Mark repeats with a soft nod. "Right. Great."
A thought suddenly crosses his mind, the fact that he's really grateful this girlfriend Eduardo's mentioned isn't Erica. Not that he thinks that his best friend, even estranged, would ever do such a thing. But still, there's an unquestionable relief that lodges itself in his chest, and Mark hates himself a little for it. These things shouldn't matter.
Not sure he wants to admit to Wardo how he spent the last several seconds before the island refreshing Erica's facebook page, he looks over instead. "Tell me about this guy who looks like me."