Ugh! KARMA SUTRA, STR8UP and DEEP DISH know about the girl I'm about to describe from my work. After I get back from lunch today there's the 1-800-FLOWERS box delivered to her from the Nice Guy, AFC doormat, she's living with who she recently broke up with because she wants to move back to NYC to be with her ex Bad Boy boyfriend.
She about hacked up in disgust, because this is just the latest attempt of many the poor Simp has made in order to "get her back" and she tells me what a desperate chump the guy is. Bad Boy in NYC doesn't even call her and she aches for the guy and says if he doesn't call, she'll be calling him tonight.
And yet for all this drama, she promptly puts the flowers in a vase and displays them prominently for the office to see. I'm looking at 'em right now on my light table in the studio as I re-read my last post.