I felt like writing — No inspiration. Really. ;o)
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I go in. He “sits me down.”I knew this was coming.
I nervously giggle. He also nervously giggles.
Small talk is made — obviously a marinade of softness prior to the dagger he’d soon insert. At this point, I must’ve been bright red mixed with a suffocating pale blue. I just know I felt the room spin. I couldn’t focus on his eyes. It was a mix of SUPER embarressment and a disgusting sense of humility.
“I am sooo flattered that you feel that way.”
I want to scream.
Flattery…Ah! The prequel to rejection.
I maintain composure. Ask, what it is he wants me to do. Piercing through me with those rich charcoal eyes he says nothing. I offer the painful solution. He doesn’t decline.
Here come the stream of nervous giggles. See I hide tears with fake laughter.
So much more is said — back and forth — about who did what. About who said this. Who did that. In the end, plainly… “this will not work.”
For my own sanity and the sake of my foolish pursuit of “love”, I need to find something else. I need to get away from this rapture, or suffer the consequences of the worst kind of heart attack.
“We have to stay friends,” he says in closing.
“Of course we will,” I say.
I’ll run into him again some fateful night. I’ll hug him. We’ll laugh. Our friendship will start over.
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Working title: “Morning after a one-night stand with a friend”
hahahhaahahahaha. clever! I love it!!!!!
(wishin’ it was that juicy. Damn!)
Do you turn into a werewolf at midnight or something to scare these guys off?!!!