So, many
years ago, I was dating this girl and before long, it was clear to me that she
was way more into me than I was into her. She was writing me weird love letters
full of references and concepts I just really couldn’t make heads nor tails of
and calling too often.
And I was
way too nice (read cowardly) to tell her that I just wasn’t that into her. So I
tried the usual guy approach which was to just not call or write back.
So one
night, I was walking into a party with a buddy who was fully aware of my
situation, and who should be in the doorway as we walked in, putting on her coat to leave but my
young lady friend. So she saw me and ran up to me and gave me a big hug and asked if I’d gotten her
letters, to which I said I had. And then she asked me what I thought of them
and I paused, my mind racing, trying to decide to tell her the truth or to
avoid it. Finally I made my decision. I said, "Your writing...your letters are like poetry to me!"
So after another
even bigger, longer hug, she left and immediately, my buddy grabbed my arm and said “What the hell?! Why
did you lie to her like that?! ‘Your letters are like poetry to me’?! You liar!”
I looked at
him and smiled. “I wasn’t lying. I don’t like or understand poetry either.”
I know – it really
wasn’t worth it, was it?
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