“I’m done with it.”
My very good friend James was out and about today and he swung past my office to bring me a box of Lindt chocolates. Said he, “You’ve been too down lately and I’m done with it.”
I did have to tell him that I don’t really get the ‘gasm that most get from chocolate, but it was still a very sweet thought. Seriously, the last time I got chocolate at the office was from Jack and even he wasn’t able to hand deliver them. Not that it’s his fault, he’s in Chicago. How is it that no one I’ve ever been romantically involved with thinks of sweet and thoughtful gestures like this?