The Email

I got the “Let’s be friends…,” e-mail.  That’s okay, I’m cool with it, you know.  It’s just, well, I sort of ate pasta for him, I at least deserve to be felt up or possibly given a new hat with my initials monogrammed on it.  Typically a gift certificate to the Olive Garden would suffice, but that would just be cruel to somebody who avoids pasta.

Risking getting fat for somebody is a clear sign of interest.  Especially for somebody like me, who used to be heavy.  Seeing me accepting a piece of pie is a tell tell sign that I’m getting ready to jump ya!

Okay, whatever, I put the running shoes back on, I’m ready to maintain this waistline for a little while longer.  But there better be a big piece of man cake waiting for me at the end of this race.  Shoot, I said it!

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  1. speedy

    yeh, aren’t those lovely? I had a serious boyfriend who actually thought email would be a cool way of breaking up . . . ouch. I have to confess though that I just sent a “let’s be friends” email to a guy I’ve been talking to this summer, completely friendly, no kissing or anything, but he all of a sudden became very aggressive and in this case email seemed to be ok . . . I didn’t ever make him eat pasta, I promise . . .

    Sep 01, 2008 @ 1:26 am


  2. Evol Kween

    I like the sound of man-cake. Is it….moist?

    Sep 02, 2008 @ 11:02 am

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