A while back I was talking to a housemate and I said something I didn't get to defend at the time, which naturally means I get to go all defensive in blogland. Yay defensive
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This reminds me for some reason of a parable my mother used to tell. Her cousin Sissy (abbreviation for her real name, but still) dated this one guy who was really rich, and for her birthday he bought her this awesome natural-bristle hairbrush. She was all pleased and stuff because it showed that he'd paid attention to what she wanted, etc, and that he was really thinking about her when she bought it, etc. Then he dumped her and started buying his next girlfriend dozens of diamond bracelets and rings and assorted other jewellery, etc. And when they got back together, he didn't buy her those things. When queried, he sort of perplexedly was like, "But you're not a diamond bracelet kind of girl ...?"
People have often used this as evidence that he really liked her more than diamond-bracelet girl, because he actually got her something interesting and personal, and didn't just get something random cos he felt like he should. I think it still kinda rankles, though.
Which is a shame, but I think understandable -- though it's hard to put my finger on why.
People have often used this as evidence that he really liked her more than diamond-bracelet girl, because he actually got her something interesting and personal, and didn't just get something random cos he felt like he should. I think it still kinda rankles, though.
Which is a shame, but I think understandable -- though it's hard to put my finger on why.
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