Monday, February 11, 2008
One of the many reasons I love my Lisa: We're out for supper together at a Chinese restaurant. We've finished our meal and we're cracking open our fortune cookies. She opens her tiny bit of paper and looks at it. Without looking up or blinking an eye she says "Oh, well, this can't be good".
On the other hand, I was out with a different dear girlfriend recently for supper. As a total non sequitur, she leaned over the table close to me and in a low voice, referring to her boyfriend, "He's a grower." I knew exactly what she meant and because of that we laughed wildly and decided that we have one more reason to love each other. It's not just any friend who you can say that to and not have to explain.
On the other hand, I was out with a different dear girlfriend recently for supper. As a total non sequitur, she leaned over the table close to me and in a low voice, referring to her boyfriend, "He's a grower." I knew exactly what she meant and because of that we laughed wildly and decided that we have one more reason to love each other. It's not just any friend who you can say that to and not have to explain.
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