We need to talk.
Words I've heard quite enough of lately. But since it's one of my best girlfriends saying it, I doubt she's about to tell me we're pregnant. I assume it's safe. I am wrong.
Ok, so I know this is weird, but He and I... We're dating.
You're what?
Dating. We've started seeing each other. We really like each other and just felt like, with all your history, we should tell you.
So you're a 'we' already? Awesome.
You've said it before, Lauren. You can't help who you love- um- who you're drawn to.
Love? Right. Ok. Hey, sometime, you know, just for fun, you should ask him about the time he told me he wouldn't date anyone in Duluth. Or, if you're really feeling like a good laugh, ask him about how he told me, time and time again, how he's no good for anyone.
But hey, I'm sure you two will be just fine. I hope it works out.
Yeah, works out. Just like it did for us. I hope he breaks your heart a couple times, too.
Oh, and gets you pregnant.
Good fucking luck.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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