Your friend since fourth grade spent the weekend on a posh ski trip in Vail with her boyfriend. On a snowy mountain night, surrounded by Christmas lights, he asked her to marry him. On the same evening across the country, you gave your phone number to a crust punk with his two front teeth missing and his dog’s name tattooed across his forehead. Awwww...
i remember that dude! did he call you?
ReplyDeleteHe did call. I declined to hang out. I've been kicking myself ever since. NOT.
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