Overheard in Portland, Maine (that may be copyrighted and stuff...sawreeee!!):
"I was really looking forward to seven days. Seven days of happiness. Seven days of not fighting, no exasperated sighs, no walking out, no slamming doors, no angry silence, no eye rolling, no glances at other women, no feeling judged, no(thing). Just happy. Just fun.
It’s been three. On the fourth there shall be all of the above."
And why does she look forward to just seven?!?! Why not 50 days? Why not 10 years?!?! What makes her need at least seven? Is it because she’s only had a few in the past years? Is it because she feels inadequate and unwanted? Is it because she feels like her jokes aren’t funny, her hair isn’t perfect, her nails are dirty, she dresses “like a boy”, she has no conversation to give? Why?!
Just tell her why.
I’ll be over here at the bar…sitting quietly and listening.
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