Yesterday a 'friend' who I haven't seen for a couple days... OK so I've been avoiding him for a couple days, messages that he's left something on my stoop. that's step. As I get in, measuredly excited - I suspect people who say they hate surprises, lie. I would like to say the same, and mean it. But I can't. Who, having shook the can totally upside down, would not be pleasantly surprised to find one had rolled way back on a lower shelf? Or who, expecting a B would not arch a well plucked eyebrow at a B+ on their C paper? I digress.
So I'm thinking, is it a Tee, maybe I'm gonna get my Levis... ooooh a book? That would be nice. I drive in, observe the parcel has a rectangular look, so maybe it's cereal. I smile to myself, he's such a dork. smile. because cereal Is just the sort of non committal childish pleasures this 'relationship' hinges on and, if I'm to admit, maybe Levis from him, I'm not ready for that level of commitment.
Bells go off at the first sighting of clear shiny gift paper. Fears are confirmed by the soft cushy bulk: he got me a teddy. And cards and chocolates. We're so over.
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