As I posted last week, I pretty much thought the thing with the beau was over.
Well, heeeeeeeeesssssss baaaAAAAAAck....
He called Friday night and was concerned by the misinterpreted communication about TIME and wanted to see me. Okay, the conversation went like this...
Me: "Josh, you never said 'I need some time to get some affairs in order'."
He: "Oh, yes I did! Remember I told you that I needed to move?"
Me: "Yes....."
He: "Did you think that would happen in a day?"
Me (after considering that for a moment): "Uhm, no...but I think when two people are friends it's understood that they check in with each other periodically...like more than once in five weeks."
He (after rolling his eyes): "Oh, okay...You think we are FRIENDS?" (With heavy emphasis on the word "FRIENDS")
Me: "Well, yes...aren't we?"
To which he tipped me over in a forties style flamboyant embrace reminiscient of Humphrey Bogart, complete with smooch, and said...
"If YOU keep looking better and better every time I see you, not only will we NOT be friends, but you will have to be buying a teensy little WEDDING DRESS."
Lord have mercy! Talk about a wow moment!
The Saga continues...
René
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