While I managed to verbally communicate the list of things that make me hate you to this guy, I was either entirely ineffective at giving the impression of seriousness or he is impressively dense. He insisted on spending the night and if our previous conversation identifying our many incompatibilities weren't enough, my dramatic consumption of two ambien should have surely indicated my desire for him to leave. Perhaps I should trade the poetic gestures for something more explicit.
I even awoke at 5am this morning to begin the work day by typing furiously upon my keyboard, hoping this would cue his exit but he slumbered noisily a few doors down even while I ground coffee and boiled water for french press coffee.
It's so difficult to break up with someone when you're not together. I don't think I can endure another drawn out dinner featuring an endless discussion of his many accomplishments. Since when did humility fall to the wayside?
P.S. Photo flashback to 2006.
2 comments:
are you quoting Usher?
maybe if you sang an usher song he'd hightail it outta there.
I am sad to admit that yes, I am quoting Usher. I do a mean version of "it's seven o'clock, I'm in my drop top cruising the street..." It was kind of my seventh grade anthem.
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