Because reminiscing is fun. Because he was my second high school boyfriend and somehow still my untrustworthy confidant. Because he is rude and sarcastic and vulgar and honest, everything the billionaire could never be. Because I used to spend Saturday's watching him play Grand Theft Auto and making out with my best friend while I made out with his. Because he saved me from several unsavory possible couplings on more than one drunken night. Because we almost died once in a furious mid-March Minnesota ice store. Because we used to be drive into neighborhoods were we didn't belong on Saturday nights to watch people exchange cash for drugs and to see what the ladies of night were wearing. Because we once got lost and ended up in Iowa. Because he always says the wrong thing at the right time. Because he used to whisper dirty things in my ear in the 11th grade, consequently causing me to fail advanced placement calculus. Because he's not my type. Because he votes the wrong way.
So why not?
2 comments:
I suspect that you could make a shopping list interesting.
I'm not so sure about that, seeing as I detest grocery shopping and am much too impulsive to even think about making a list. Instead I frantically run from aisle to aisle grabbing whatever has the most appealing packaging which is exactly why I've had meals consisting of frozen buffalo chicken wings and strawberry jam sandwiches.
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