My former boyfriend Chris was at my house. Apparently he was staying the summer with me and my family. I was sitting in one of the easy chairs in the living room when he appeared in the front hallway and announced that he had nobody to talk to and nothing to do. Also, he was wearing a heavy sweater and khaki pants. In May. In Georgia.
I said, "Don't you just love being stuck with me all summer?"
He didn't answer. He seemed to regard me as more of a roommate than a friend. I told him he could talk to me as much as he wanted when I was around, but that I had a new boyfriend now and wouldn't be at home very often.
"Actually," I said, hopping up off the chair, "I'm going to go call him right now. Can you give me some privacy? I'm going to see if he wants to get laid."
I was saying this with a hint of playfulness in my voice, letting Chris know I wasn't trying to be really mean or anything. Still, there was a definite rift between us, and I knew things were going to be weird all summer.
