Apr 29, 2008 22:00
months ago, cy and i were having dinner in this italian place off greensprings.
cy: so tell me more about this guy you were going to marry.
me: i wasn't going to marry him, cy. i was going to move to atlanta with him.
cy: no, not him. the guy you would have married, if he ever asked.
it's a funny feeling when your stomach drops. i really shouldn't be allowed to drink and talk to my (now former) boss.