We had just had the most amazing sex ever. I could still taste it.
We went for a boardwalk stroll, holding hands and gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes.
We walked right up to this girl who was waiting with wide eyed anticipation as we approached her.
My boyfriend turned to me and said…
“Jen, this is my new girlfriend s-and-so”
They were so excited and freshly full of love. Neither of them seemed to grasp how entirely surreal it was.
I fought the nausea that clawed at my guts but had a hard time fighting back the tears.
“What’s wrong baby?” François inquired tenderly.
I don’t even remember if I pronounced any real words as my mouth hung gaping in disbelief.
I motioned for the bus and he insisted on walking me to it. His new girlfriend who, by the way, was very bland looking all mousy haired in her beige shorts and tan T-Shirt, waved and exclaimed how great it was to have met me.
I started crying and sort of half tried to negotiate with him but Franky was evidently delirious and only made matters worse by suggesting that he was only actually planning to date this girl for exactly 4 days.
He gave me a big kiss.
“See you next week!” He gushed.
I got on the bus and cried some more.
When I woke up I still felt a bit sad so I sent François an email telling him what a bad boyfriend he had been in my dream.
He called and told me that he wouldn’t even consider it because…
“4 days is too short, you need a good 5 days to get really sick of somebody”
