Last night I encountered PTSD girl again. She was out with one of her friends while I was out with one of mine. At one point, on the way back from the restroom, I stopped at their table to say hi and ended up talking to PTSD girl while her friend went to talk to my friend. When I went back to sit with him he relayed part of their conversation to me:
My Friend: Are you trying to set [Minnow] up with [PTSD girl]?
Her Friend: No. I already tried that once. I don't think he likes her.
My Friend: Well, she's really not his type of girl.
Her Friend: What is his type?
My Friend: Attractive.
There's nothing like a little brutal honesty to make sure the record is set straight.