Last night I had a cocktail hour with a friend of mine who is lamenting the end of her 3-yr relationship. There's that magic 3-yr number again. Maybe they're just not meant to last any longer than that.
Then she asked me when I knew my last relationship was over. Hmmm, I had to think for a minute and realistically, I kept remembering this one incident over and over. I remember him looking at me one day and being very annoyed. Then he said, "Is it always about the bike with you?" Yes, I pick the bike. Is that wrong?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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