I came to this bar to read but the couple next to me is fighting and I just heard the guy say “what, I’m not allowed to send ONE fucking dick pic?” and, well, looks like this chapter will have to wait!
There was just a reference to “YOUR fiancé” which is a real fucking curveball
Him: We’re different people.
Her: THANK FUCKING GOD.
Her: THANK FUCKING GOD.
“Maybe in 2020 we just fucking stop talking about our fucking feelings.”
You guys they’re making resolutions together so maybe there’s hope!!
You guys they’re making resolutions together so maybe there’s hope!!
Her: “The way you go on and on is insufferable. And I’m not the only one who thinks so.”
The “And I’m not the only one who thinks so” is perfection. Let him know that OTHER people think this but don’t tell him WHO, exactly, thus sowing future seeds of insecurity. A+
The “And I’m not the only one who thinks so” is perfection. Let him know that OTHER people think this but don’t tell him WHO, exactly, thus sowing future seeds of insecurity. A+
Him: You know I bring a lot to this relationship.
Her: [stares forward and sips her wine]
YOU GUYS SHE IS SO GOOD.
Her: [stares forward and sips her wine]
YOU GUYS SHE IS SO GOOD.
He just went outside to smoke a (hand-rolled) cigarette.
She stayed inside and poured a little of his wine into her glass.
WHO IS THIS WOMAN GIVE HER AN EGOT.
She stayed inside and poured a little of his wine into her glass.
WHO IS THIS WOMAN GIVE HER AN EGOT.
Now they’re paying and doing that thing where they’re competing over who can be nicer to the waiter. I’m going to be devastated for this to end.
It’s done. They left. The guy said “cheers” to the bartender (OBVIOUSLY) and now I’m left alone with my pinot noir and my Dickens, which, I mean, after that who gives a fuck about Dickens.
