The boyfriend ordered stuffed crab. Redundant. Meat stuffed with meat, like between his ears.
I got new glasses last week, the boyfriend hasn’t noticed yet. I swear I could dye my hair, lose ten pounds, show up dressed in a top hat and tuxedo, and he wouldn’t notice. Get a clue!
We are going places, the boyfriend and I, after dinner, to a show, or dancing, or for a long romantic walk. Something. Anything. If it isn’t happening tonight, the boyfriend will be the ex-boyfriend. I’m tired of waiting. Keep up with me if you can, the boyfriend.