...that there was a new man in my life. He was upset. He pouted. He demanded details. I gave him just enough details to piss him off. He asked if he was the guy in my new facebook pictures. I said yes. He pouted some more. Here are some snippets of our conversation. I like the word "snippets."
MWFHS: "I don't like this."
Me: "Of course you don't."
MWFHS: "I can't even bust on him...he looks normal...and better looking than the losers you usually pick. I hate him already."
Me: "Of course you do."
MWFHS: "Maybe your friends will hate him."
Me: "They won't. A few have already met him."
MWFHS: "Has Padma?"
Me: "No."
MWFHS: "Good. She's picky. Maybe she'll hate him."
Me: "She won't, and, for the record, she only hated you."
MWFHS: "Does she still hate me?"
Me: "Pretty sure she does."
MWFHS: "What if this is the one? The one where I lose you completely?"
Me: "Then Padma will probably throw me a party."
MWFHS: "I have a bad feeling."
Me: "I have a good one."
MWFHS: "I'm gonna lose you...I just know it. I can't lose you. I'm miserable without you...you know that."
Me: "You never fucking had me!"
and then I hung up..............
I'm sure I'll have a lovely email waiting on me tomorrow morning. Stupid MWFHS. I wish he still had his stupid white boy FRO from high school so I could make fun of it.
Peace and flowers and all that shit,
Annabelly
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