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Harlot Our family discussion at dinner tonight centered on the antics of the now married and pregnant ballet teacher and her (maybe? former? half?) best friend. The best friend has just broken up with bride's best friend's boyfriend. You see, at the wedding (and rehearsal and rehearsal dinner and reception and all times in between) in April, I was swooning. He's tall, dirty blonde-ish, and lanky, he plays lead guitar in a band, he's 21 (she's closer to 30), he’s funny, and gosh darnit, he's just the most darling thing.So my mother was describing Bride's Best Friend's description of her break-up with Bride's Best Friend's Boyfriend. BBF told my mother, "He's so weak. He did exactly what I knew he'd do." "What's that?" "He cried. He cried and begged." Oh, hello there, kitchen floor. Yeah, I'll be off you in a bit. For the moment, I've been reduced to a puddle of goo. So not only his he a complete sweetheart, but he is now single. Age ain't nothin' but a number, baby. It's only a 6-year difference. That won't mean a thing when I'm a little older. When I'm 18, let's say. All those damn statutory rape laws might be a problem until then. I hear they don’t even care if it’s the minor who’s doing the raping. Now might be the ideal time to take up the guitar, IF ya know what I'm sayin'. Bad Haley. To Betty with me. 2003-10-06 @ 8:27 p.m. |