On Saturday, after the boy finally understands that "I don't want to date you" really means nothing other than "I don't want to date you", I notice that he is crying.
My reaction: Pretending not to notice his emotion, I look out the window, and in my most cheerful voice, declare "Oh, look! Cows! I love cows!"
And thus the drama ends.
I'm a jerk.
Monday, May 09, 2005
and so it ends
Posted by poodle at 1:37 PM
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You heartbreaker you!
Don't worry, this guy obviously doesn't "get" a lot of stuff. I agree with Katie. You shouldn't have needed to be so blunt.
Hmmm, boy meets pavement with suitcase in hand. Another overly anxious tragedy. I would tell him, "Dude, get a grip and don't let go of the train until you get to the next station." ~ Jef
*gags* I have no compassion for him. Find yourself a good southern boy down in Georgia & leave PSU jerk boy behind. ~~
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