| 10:44 AM - opinions sought: toothbrush borrowing Current mood: contemplative As I brushed my teeth this morning, I thought about how I will need a new toothbrush in a couple of weeks if I am to fulfill the requirements of proper hygiene. This led me to think to the Family Value Pack of toothbrushes I have under the sink, kept for visitors who have forgotten their own toothcare system. And this reminded me of someone who came over and was sans toothbrush.
In the fall, I dated a sweet fellow but, as it seemed at first and was made much clearer later, he was prone to strange lies followed by lies about lies. To jog your memory, here are some excerpts from conversations during and after breaking things off: "Wait...do you have a girlfriend or not?" "Well, uh, yeah...yeah, I guess I do! heh heh."
3-4 weeks later "You are FINE! Wow, you look beautiful." "You can't talk to me like that anymore." "Why not? You ARE! Look at--" "You have a girlfriend." "What?" "YOU WERE DATING ME WHILE YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND & DIDN'T TELL ME." "...a girlfriend?" "Yes." "I didn't say that; you did."
Okay, so that's a glimpse into how things were with this man after we dated. Let's rewind to The Beginning (cue hopeful romantic music)...
The first time he stayed over (which doesn't imply the giving away of The Most Precious Gift, Miss Elizabeth--don't worry. I know that sex isn't worth it--abstinence is), I was surprised that he was brushing his teeth in my bathroom. He brought his own toothbrush? And we've barely been hanging out...? Maybe I should see this not as presumptuous but as well-planned and not-playing-gamesish.
Then I noticed something familiar. Something very, very familiar. The unmistakably pale blue, transluscent bristles, the curve of the handle. He was using MY toothbrush.
"Did you--are you--are you using my toothbrush?" "Yep!" he said with a wink, spit in the sink, and placed the violated toothbrush back in its holder.
What do we think of this, folks?
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