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The Stories...
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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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todd synagogue
by unlucky date girl
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his name was todd but we called him todd synagogue. i met him at a bar and we exchanged email addresses. we emailed all week and he asked me out for friday night. that week i sent him a bunch of "tennis" magazines, since that's where i was working and he loved to play tennis. i also put him on our comp subscription list.
friday, when he showed up at my place, he brought me a dozen pink roses. i am not the dozen pink roses type. i asked who was getting married. he didn't laugh. the rest of the night everything i liked, he said he LOVED. i liked mexican, he LOVED mexican. i liked going to the movies, he LOVED going to the movies. i was studying for my GRE, he was studying for his GRE, etc. i was on a date with a parrot.
at the end of the night, i feigned sickness and went home. when the coast was clear i went back out, found my friends and drank away the horror of it all.
when i left the magazine, he was still getting a subscription, which was 2 years after our one and only date. what a cruel reminder.
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