John had the day off yesterday since he went into the office on Saturday, knowing that he had band practice on Monday night...which tends to be a long night (ah the juggling act of being in the professional sector and being in a punk band). Since he had off he figured he go to Taco Tuesday for lunch and just hang out and see what happens...Knowing that I couldn't make it down he said, "It's a shame you won't be at Taco Tuesday."


So then I typed furiously with my little thumbs, "Taco Tuesday just isn't going to be the same without me. You're going to say that the tacos were good and that you had fun with your other friends, but deep down you'll know...they're not the same. Sorry I've ruined Taco Tuesday for you...it's a curse and a gift that I have."


A few hours later I received a simple message, "You're right, it wouldn't be the same at all...so I didn't even bother to go."

So what if he had other plans...or something else kept him from T.T...I liked his excuse--it made me smile, probably too much. *Sigh* This is going to be a long drawn out affair, he hasn't dated or attempted to hang out with the ladies since his heart was broken last year and because of this he is going to take everything r e a l l y s l o w...which might be good for me for a change. Caution just might be both of our friends.


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