yes, well
so i’ve been seeing this dude for a few weeks and last night decided to break up with him basically because he is lame and i am awesome. i did not say this during said break up, but i’m pretty sure he knew that was the reason. he came over after work bearing spinach knishes that his mother made. the knishes i can get behind, but the 31 year old man still living with his jewish mother who hates me with the fire of one thousand suns was a contributing factor to the whole let’s-not-see-each-other-anymore thing. it presented a problem though, as how does one break up and still enjoy delicious, yiddish fried goods? it’s a delicate thing and must be approached cautiously. unfortunately, by the time he came over i had the entire contents of a bottle of shiraz coursing through my veins and i just bulldozed my way right through it. we had some of that break up sex you hear so much about and i won’t lie, part of the reason i agreed to it was because i was hoping he would offer up the knishes later in the post-coital pre-getthehelloutofmyhouse -glow. THIS WAS NOT THE CASE. he got dressed, put on his dumb hat that he thinks makes him look like christian bale circa newsies but in fact makes him look like fucking barbra streisand circa yentl, and left, knishes in tow. now it is saturday morning and i am seriously considering calling his mother and asking her to make me some; she’ll probably like me now that i’m not banging her son.
