Too Much Togetherness?
OPEN: JANUS FILE #0057
Okay, I'm stating the obvious here, but my ex-girlfriend and I enjoyed doing things together. There were one or two times, however, when we probably didn't need that much togetherness.
One time in particular was Easter a couple of years ago. It started simply enough. Earlier in the week, we had decided to go out for Easter brunch. Our first choice was Cracker Barrel. When we pulled into the parking lot, though, it was already packed. No, make that PACKED.
It wasn't until we went inside that we discovered just how packed the place was. We were told that we would probably have a two-hour wait for a table. After a brief discussion, we concluded that we didn't want to wait quite that long, and decided to try our luck somewhere else.
Our second choice for brunch was Denny's. They were less busy than Cracker Barrel was. We either got a table right away, or the wait was only a couple of minutes. (I don't remember which at the moment.)
For the most part, the meal was enjoyable. But toward the end, I started feeling a little strange. I wasn't doing a good job of hiding it, either. The ex could tell that something was wrong, and asked me how I was feeling.
We made it through the rest of the meal, and I took her home. She directed me into her bedroom, and told me to lie down for a little while. I acquiesced, thinking that I would feel better after a catnap.
It didn't quite work that way. I started feeling worse. And then, I started feeling that sensation that I always get just before I vomit.
I rolled off the bed, and made it into the bathroom just in time. Well, almost in time. Most of it went into the toilet, but I did do a little redecorating of the bathroom floor.
I was still heaving my guts out, but I called out to the ex, and asked her if she could bring some paper towels into the bathroom. She came into the bathroom to see what was wrong. When she saw that I had thrown up, it triggered something, and a couple of seconds later she was tossing her cookies in the bathtub. (Her stepfather eventually had to clean up after both of us.)
We were still bent over the toilet and bathtub, but the ex managed to turn and look at me, and she said, "No more Denny's!"
Sometimes there can be such a thing as too much togetherness.
CLOSE: JANUS FILE #0057
Okay, I'm stating the obvious here, but my ex-girlfriend and I enjoyed doing things together. There were one or two times, however, when we probably didn't need that much togetherness.
One time in particular was Easter a couple of years ago. It started simply enough. Earlier in the week, we had decided to go out for Easter brunch. Our first choice was Cracker Barrel. When we pulled into the parking lot, though, it was already packed. No, make that PACKED.
It wasn't until we went inside that we discovered just how packed the place was. We were told that we would probably have a two-hour wait for a table. After a brief discussion, we concluded that we didn't want to wait quite that long, and decided to try our luck somewhere else.
Our second choice for brunch was Denny's. They were less busy than Cracker Barrel was. We either got a table right away, or the wait was only a couple of minutes. (I don't remember which at the moment.)
For the most part, the meal was enjoyable. But toward the end, I started feeling a little strange. I wasn't doing a good job of hiding it, either. The ex could tell that something was wrong, and asked me how I was feeling.
We made it through the rest of the meal, and I took her home. She directed me into her bedroom, and told me to lie down for a little while. I acquiesced, thinking that I would feel better after a catnap.
It didn't quite work that way. I started feeling worse. And then, I started feeling that sensation that I always get just before I vomit.
I rolled off the bed, and made it into the bathroom just in time. Well, almost in time. Most of it went into the toilet, but I did do a little redecorating of the bathroom floor.
I was still heaving my guts out, but I called out to the ex, and asked her if she could bring some paper towels into the bathroom. She came into the bathroom to see what was wrong. When she saw that I had thrown up, it triggered something, and a couple of seconds later she was tossing her cookies in the bathtub. (Her stepfather eventually had to clean up after both of us.)
We were still bent over the toilet and bathtub, but the ex managed to turn and look at me, and she said, "No more Denny's!"
Sometimes there can be such a thing as too much togetherness.
CLOSE: JANUS FILE #0057