Boy Toy
Cousin: So do you have a new boyfriend yet?
Me: *pause* Do you have a new boyfriend yet?
[I should add that said cousin is a heterosexual male.]
Because of these and similar questions, which I seem to be hearing a lot lately, I've begun RSVP'ing to important events for 1 1/2 people, having re-instated a certain man of mystery from a decade-old retirement.
My closest friends know what that means.*
*No, it's not dirty. And NO, I'm not pregnant.
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brain chew,
relationships
8 comments:
Nice riposte.
1 and 1/2. Are you pregnant?
I knew you were the one that broke up Lance and Sheryl. Now that you're back together, I see he has decided to impress you just one last time.
Ha!
I really think I like Sly the best. Speaking of that, I saw Washington's twin tonight. It was creepy. He probably thought it was creepy by the way I was staring.
Is it B.O.B.?
Well, what did cousin say?
he does doesn't he?
The roomie likes to play a game where every wrinkled creepy old man on the street is my new BF. We'll be driving around and she'll see one and point to him and say, "There's your new boy friend."
I have yet to come up with any sort of come back, even a lame one. For some reason, it always catches me off guard, and I never know what to say. It's like my verbal kryptonite. Even thinking about it now, I can't come up with a retort.
Apparently, this is a game some of you girls like to play with each other and it's hystericaaaaaal. I remain to be convinced.
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