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I was seeing this guy for a while. Before you balk at not being told about this sooner, consider how short our ...er... relationship must have been if it happened between my last post and this one. We've actually been friends for a while and were just trying this out, but I felt we were better off as friends so we're back to square one.
One evening, while we were still trying to find more in each other than there was, he came up to me with this sheepishly wretched or wretchedly sheepish expression on his face. I was sitting at the window and reading and when I looked up I gathered (with my Sherlockian deduction skills) that all was not well. "What?" I asked, getting to the point without any ado. "I've done something bad," he said in the most repentant voice I've ever heard out of his larynx. I tried to resist but the thought was too painfully funny- I burst out laughing. For a minute, he just stared at me, trying to detect if the laughter was hysterical (his deduction skills are sadly lacking). Then he ventured, a little irritatedly, "Why are you laughing?" And I managed to reply: "You always live up to my expectations!"
I think it took a few minutes for him to understand ( his deduction skills are not the only ones that are sadly lacking). And then he waxed between indignation and laughter. We were more together in that moment than we were before or after that. United by honesty and laughter.

Other People's Lives Are More Interesting Than Mine

Not. But they do have their moments. The other day, this close friend of mine (read 'saviour from boredom at office') was giving me the dope on her relationship. (I think it's called dope for a reason- it makes you feel dull and lifeless or makes you wish your were, but in her case it wasn't really so. I just felt like using the word.)

Her boyfriend had a huge fight with her over the weekend. She asked him why he hadn't woken her up in the morning and he started on this big spiel about how he wasn't her alarm clock, and she was using him like a chauffeur, doormat and punching bag already. He'd given her love, he'd been supportive through the whole bad patch at work, he'd hung out with her parents and not cringed when they called him 'beta', and treated her friends with respect and civility (even the annoying ones). What more did she want from him? And in classic I'm-a-friend-of-Serena's style she'd replied, without so much as moving a facial muscle, "Sexual satisfaction". For a second, he stood mute unsure of what she meant, then came the wave of fury which subsided in laughter when she couldn't contain hers (also in typical I'm-a-friend-of-Serena's style).

Like I said. Their lives aren't really more interesting than mine (I mean however uneventful my days may be at times, at least I'm not hanging out with my girlfriend's parents)(i am not a lesbian- that was just a phrase) (!). But they have their moments.