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Boyfriend (reading from Boston Globe): "Don't waste time; make today count. Offer your services or time to
someone or something you believe in. The contributions you make will
help you out in the future."
Me: Was that for you or me?
Boyfriend: You. Here's me: "Make plans or socialize with children or close friends." Ha! I don't have any friends.
Me: I'm your friend.
Boyfriend: You're not my friend. You're my arch-, um, something or other.
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Well, I guess it's good to be the arch- um, something than a mere something. When to you get promoted to, what, Dominion-? Power-?Cherub-?
Gothic? Roman?
Is "Archy" the new POSSLQ?
Posted by: Ron Sullivan | June 19, 2006 at 06:55 PM
You know, Ron, some men just have a hard time committing. Words like "rival," "enemy," and "nemesis" are very big words, and a girl just can't expect her true love to come right out and say them, even after eleven years.
"I didn't say I didn't love you or that you didn't love me," he pointed out later in a feeble attempt at reassurance. This was small consolation after he'd made me spew frappuccino out my nose in a public place. That stuff is cold and brown and not very easy on the sinuses.
(sigh) Men. The scamps.
Posted by: Sara | June 20, 2006 at 09:17 AM