An open letter to You Know Who You Are:
Really? Drunk dialing? At your age?
Did you really think that phoning, while drunk, at 11:30 p.m. (don't deny it, I heard the tape, with the date and time stamp) could be construed as an honest attempt at reconciliation? Did you really have the nerve to tell her that the ball is now in her court?
Shame on you, if you are even still capable of feeling shame.
3 comments:
Things never change... they never do.
The Big one probably has no recollection unfortunately. Shame, I don't know; embarassment, more likely if the memory is there.
She remembers. It is a long story, one I will tell you next time we chat.
More of your blog please!
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