Sunday, February 18, 2007

Wistful

"If you can't vent to a boyfriend, who can you vent to?"

I heard the slight uncertainty in his voice behind the word boyfriend. I hope he couldn't see the small flinch I felt transmitted through my muscles. I wasn't ready for that label yet. I acknowledged his comment with a smile and changed the subject.

Later he kissed me goodnight by my back door. I stepped away. "I thought you were leaving." "You're making that difficult," he replied. The exchange was familiar to me--a flirty coda that I'd initiated other times with other men. But this time I didn't feel wistful when he was gone.

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2 Comments:

At 8:00 PM, Blogger bill said...

But I gather you didn't do either the fist-pump or the heel-click, either....

 
At 1:36 AM, Blogger Angie said...

Bill, you've probably seen the Princess Diaries with your daughter--so you'll know that what I should have done was the foot lift. :)

 

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