February 3, 2009

Oh how I've grown

When I was in high school, I had a boyfriend. (shut up) and we were *truly*madly*deeply* in love. gag.

One of my bestest friends, Star, took it upon herself to make the point that he loved me more than I loved him.


"So, say he was in an accident and his arm got cut off?"

"What? You're crazy. That's not going to happen"

"Yeah, but IF IT DID. Would you still date him?"

"Pffht, no."

"So you don't love him."

"Yeah I do, but that's completely irrelevant because he has both his arms."

"Yeah, but one day he might not. If he lost an arm or a leg today, you'd break up with him, wouldn't you?"

"No..... I mean, maybe. eventually. But not right at first! because, you know, he just lost an arm."

"You're so shallow!"

"It's not shallow. It's just, this is high school and you can't expect me to answer that when it's not gonna happen anyways. We're seventeen."

"You know, if you lost an arm, he's still be there for you"

"Well, I have both my arms so it doesn't matter, does it?"

"It kinda does."

"Ugh, no it doesn't."

"Well, I still don't think you really love him......"

".........wanna go to Subway?"


So Star, if you're reading this, you were right. And I want you to know that if DadGuy came home tomorrow with a bloody stump, I'd still be here. I guess this IS the real thing.

I know, I'm so mature.