I think I much would prefer to sue the phrase myself, and to have it go, “He doesn’t drink, and…,” instead.
…it’s fine by me.
…I don’t either.
…so what?
…I hardly even notice.
…I appreciate it.
…it really isn’t what matters most about him – there’s so much more than even bothering mentioning that he doesn’t drink.
So, yeah… perhaps he drinks and perhaps he doesn’t…, but I think I’m really liking this idea of his not being interested in drinking… I never expected that I would be in such a boat myself…, and I am beginning to see that we would do well together, if we both happened to be on the same boat….
You know what I mean?
Post-a-day 2020
