I had my own Myrtle Wilson moment when I discovered you'd borrowed a friend's rented tuxedo for the event, and if I hadn't trusted you implicitly I would have heeded your roommate's warnings not to trust you. That you somehow managed to put the blame on me should not have surprised me so, but I trusted you and it did. And I should have learned from my mistake so that when history repeated itself I'd be prepared, but I didn't and I wasn't. Some lessons are better never than late.
I'm pretty sure that I've asked this question before, but it still burns within me like a ten-fold beacon in the night:
ReplyDeleteHow do you not set fire to every man you see, given your history of man-related woe and your supposed ownership of a lighter and/or matches?
it's actually made me the best girlfriend in the whole wide world. i mean, it's pretty hard to disappoint someone who expects absolutely nothing but that you'll eventually leave.
ReplyDeleteAs someone who wishes I was even the teensiest bit like you, I'm pretty sure you probably are the best girlfriend in the whole wide world, but not for the reason you articulated above. Instead, I'd suspect some of the reasons are: superior intelligence, sense of humor and rapier wit, your creativity, surpassing physical beauty, passion for doing the right thing, and love of reading.
ReplyDeleteBut I'm not a dude, and maybe as a group they just don't care about such things. Boys are dumb.
real dumb.
ReplyDeleteAnd smelly!
ReplyDeleteThat cuts me.
ReplyDeleteCuts me deep.
well, boys will be boys.
ReplyDeletesurely some boys are better than others.
ReplyDelete(please don't ask me to supply corroborating evidence on this one.)
i'll admit to smelly. only sometimes to dumb.
ReplyDeletewell, girls aren't much better. i'm certainly proof of that.
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