Wednesday, April 18, 2007

please stop talking to me about your boyfriends, your sweethearts who pick you up from work or school and whisk you away to dinner and then send you home to your doorstep. (oh, but of course, before they leave, they have a nice conversation with your mother about your dad's health and "don't worry, i'll pick her up next time she is late also, aunty!")

don't bother me with details about his favourite hairdo and his catchphrase and his collection of raoul shirts and his cute-ass habit of sending you msmes of various parts of his body when you miss them. (gag me gag me gag me.)

stop your chatter about his cute buns and how they are all yours (please, by all means, keep them!).

enough of the blow-by-blow commentaries on your dates and semi-dates and chill-out, make-out, make-LURVE sessions. (-covers her ears and hums a happy tune-)

it's like talking to paraplegics about what it feels like to run.

they knew what it was like. they miss it. but they can't anymore. that's that!


(ah. much better! now, if you will excuse me, i have a life to drag my arse through. ta!)


Anonymous Aarthi said...

hahahah! i love this post! does this mean i'm not allowed to give you blow by blow detailed accounts of other peoples' lives during our next fried food date?!?! then how are we going to share silly things to say to a girl and horrible places to get caught making out at!??

9:08 PM  
Blogger BellamyGirl89 said...

i love the -covers her ears and hums a happy tune- bit..classic line, that one!


9:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i'd make out with you in a jiffy love.

4:39 AM  
Blogger Jasmine said...

i just realised i had comments!

aarthi: anything is allowed at fried food dates! -wink

anjax: -bows. i try.

anonymous: and who might you be?

9:33 PM  

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