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After I got off the bus tonight I pulled out my cell phone to call mumsy to chit-chat while I waited for my shuttle. I noticed, however, that I had one missed call — MapGuy had called at 5:06. Ok, then.
I called him back.
He asked how my migraine was doing, since I made him drive me home last night. I thought it was a really sweet gesture. Then, we chatted. And chatted. And chatted. In fact, we chatted for 20 minutes, then he said, "I think I'm going to have to have a talk with Nanny."
I didn't even bother to ask about what. I did, instead, ask, "What are you going to say to her?"
"I don't know... That I just want to be friends..."
We talked about good ways for him to break the news, finally settling on the band-aid methodology. Basically, he's just going to have to suck it up and do it. Rip the band-aid off quickly, and all that rot. Currently, I'm waiting up in anticipation of her phone call of tears. Suck. Suck. Suck.
I called him back.
He asked how my migraine was doing, since I made him drive me home last night. I thought it was a really sweet gesture. Then, we chatted. And chatted. And chatted. In fact, we chatted for 20 minutes, then he said, "I think I'm going to have to have a talk with Nanny."
I didn't even bother to ask about what. I did, instead, ask, "What are you going to say to her?"
"I don't know... That I just want to be friends..."
We talked about good ways for him to break the news, finally settling on the band-aid methodology. Basically, he's just going to have to suck it up and do it. Rip the band-aid off quickly, and all that rot. Currently, I'm waiting up in anticipation of her phone call of tears. Suck. Suck. Suck.
posted by granola girl at 9:39 pm
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