Jeesh.
Okay, y'all. You want to know the truth?
I was exercising the recommendation to "make love, not war."
YYB attacked me out of the blue. I decided not to retaliate with war, but love. Using slight exaggeration -- just a bit of poetic license. I hoped she would laugh and get on with life.
She decided not to.
Oh well.
Were there ever any PMs in which YYB expressed to me her undying passion for me?
Well, I can't prove a negative. So I don't know for a fact that there weren't. Maybe there were. Maybe she composed them hour after hour in the privacy of her boudoir, and just neglected to hit the Submit button.
But if there were, sadly, I never received them.
Yet, at least.
Therefore I couldn't produce them.
Yet, at least.
But a guy is entitled to dream.
And I'm sure that if YYB ever DID meet me in person, she would fall for me so hard there would be dozens of such PMs. No doubt about that. So maybe I was just anticipating a bit. Writing history before it happened, as it were.
So. Got it, everybody?
Now, everybody, let's lighten up.
Make love, not war.
YYB, let's kiss and make up. Okay? I will if you will. |
