I count the minutes and the seconds too

Her: you should buy me my birthday dinner today. that's what i think

Her:
some place REALLY expensive

Me:
well then it can't be tonight if it's really expensive

Her:
i'm kidding. come on. since when could you take me to some place expensive?

I found my chicken fried steak, biscuits, and pancake dinner from Dennys surprisingly enjoyable; she had some mashed up meat and potatoes entrée thing as her belated birthday selection. The individual components made sense, but it was a combination that required a catchy name (Tootie-Frootie, Starched and Meaty Meal? Oh Yum!) to entice you to order it. She took her chances based on the picture alone.


It had been months since we spent time together that wasn't at a bar with her in a tear down state (i.e. drunk beyond repair). Longer still when it was just the two of us.

The second thing I said after we sat down was that I missed her.




She spoke of camping trips and 20 foot belly flops that broke her neck AND liquefied her internal organs. Again with the playful exaggerations in her stories, forgetfulness of what she had confided to me before, and the avoidance of little white lies to spare feelings.

The twenty fourth thing I said was how she hasn't changed from my memories,
and how I'm still the same boring fool.

Comments

  1. Anonymous6:20 PM

    No ... You're a little more boring than before, hard to believe but yeah...you are.

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  2. Anonymous8:48 PM

    "...forgetfulness of what she had confided to me before, and the avoidance of little white lies to spare feelings."


    Ummm, what? can you elaborate? not here, obviously, but on email or something....

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