Sometimes people, other people not me, have a certain opinion about things (now you know this isn't about me, I never have opinions). This opinion blossoms when these people are in a certain situation in life and then...these people are suddenly in a different situation and well, their opinion(s) might kind of change, without them knowing it. Maybe it even sneaks up on them like a thief in the night. Who knows.
What the hell am I talking about you ask. Don't act naive! You know what kind of behavior I am referring to.
Here it goes...try not to judge.
It was a long week. The kinda week where you have so little time you get your grocery shopping done on your thirty minute lunch break. Awesome. With yet another friend leaving the good 'ol Red, White and Blue to teach abroad, maybe even a lot of broads ;) I had the privilege of making her one last American meal...clearly meat, cheese and cheap beer had to be a part of it. Post work, with Food de America in hand, I rushed home, got in a swift walk (to balance out my habit of eating the previously mentioned cuisine) and started the "gourmet" meal I had planned. Did I mention I had to shower for my guests as well...obviously a lot to accomplish in a mere few hours...for a struggling child like myself.
When the boo arrived (white girls can say boo if they want) with two dozen long-stem roses in one hand (why does writing out the words "long-stem" make it sound SO corny? I'm just being descriptive GOSH) and a six pack of delicious ales in the other, I have to admit I defaulted to that of a gushing/blushing (whatever they do) freakin' girl. So how did I respond to this (aside from a brief victory dance in the comfort of my own apron), I took a photo of them...doesn't end there...then I posted it...as a status update...on The Book of Faces.
Oh Wow.
I mean sure my married girlfriends "liked" the photo and maybe even giggled at my bragadocious tag line, something about making dinner and getting flowers, neither here nor there. Now that my mind is clear and I'm not starving and stressed (okay maybe I'm always just a little of both) I see the error of my ways. Honestly, what respectable cynical writer gives into the Look how great my boyfriend is CRAZE?
This one.
Please forgive
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