The Story of Eduardo
Last week I went out with Brian and he continually called me Chelle. ALL NIGHT. I told him that if he had Chelle on the brain, I could call him for her. He just apologized and told me that I could christen him with a new name. So I renamed him Eduardo. In fact, I even changed his name in my cell to mirror this new name.
I saw Eduardo (Brian, for those of you who can't follow the story) last night for the first time since then. He had sent me a couple of text messages on Friday night about going out but I had ignored them because I was going down to the FQB. So last night he was again very apologetic about the whole thing (frankly, I had forgotten about it). When I went to the bathroom he leaned over to my friend and said, "What do you think I can do to make it up to M?" She suggested a dozen roses (ha ha...look at her trying to get flowers out of the guy). He just shook his head and said, "No, I don't think that would be good enough for her...she'd expect something better than that." (Huh? No one ever gives me flowers...what do they think I expect??)
A couple barstools opened up across the bar and my friend and I grabbed them. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think Eduardo likes you. A lot." And I sighed. Because I don't like Eduardo...and this is just what I get for wishing that someone liked me. Well at least he's moving soon so I won't really have to deal with that.
I saw Eduardo (Brian, for those of you who can't follow the story) last night for the first time since then. He had sent me a couple of text messages on Friday night about going out but I had ignored them because I was going down to the FQB. So last night he was again very apologetic about the whole thing (frankly, I had forgotten about it). When I went to the bathroom he leaned over to my friend and said, "What do you think I can do to make it up to M?" She suggested a dozen roses (ha ha...look at her trying to get flowers out of the guy). He just shook his head and said, "No, I don't think that would be good enough for her...she'd expect something better than that." (Huh? No one ever gives me flowers...what do they think I expect??)
A couple barstools opened up across the bar and my friend and I grabbed them. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think Eduardo likes you. A lot." And I sighed. Because I don't like Eduardo...and this is just what I get for wishing that someone liked me. Well at least he's moving soon so I won't really have to deal with that.
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