By chris Date: 2009 Aug 23 Comment on this Work [[2009.08.23.15.22.26885]] |
So this is a moment from a movie - or one that should be - as you walk out the door of her house after it all seems over after two hours and change of beating around bushes and passive aggressive nonsense for which you're both more than to blame and everything's different all over again but the same and now her last words follow after you - "You don't have to leave" - as you continue to your car, get in, put on your newest mix CD, and sit there staring at the fork in the road you can make out clear as day even at 9:30 at night in her garage door: another night of insomnia and angst in your ghetto bachelor apartment or one spent in her arms where even though nothing would be completely right it wouldn't matter. To only an idiot would this even be a choice. But you're not an idiot. As luck would have it you scored pretty high on that IQ test you took in GQ ten years ago so you take the key out of the ignition and you go... |