An update for Meg

This is a little story about how much an idiot I truly am.
Ok, ready? Here goes.

I finally gave up on having "the talk". Instead, I had a few drinks and wrote down everything I wanted to say in a letter. Lame, yes, but what can you do?

I eventually had the chance to give it to her, and went for it. As I put it in her hand, I believe my exact words were "here, just take it, don't ask because I don't know, you can make fun of me for it later. I'm crazy."
And I walked away.

As I waited at the bus stop I noticed something in my pocket, and went to pull it out. It was the letter. Hmm.

Now what did I actually give her? I don't know, probably some notes I'd taken during work I suppose. All that waiting and I still hadn't given it to her.

I saw her the next day and she didn't say a word about the whole incident. And she left without saying goodbye so I missed my chance again. So this morning I went to work, and left it at the bar where I knew she'd find it. I don't expect to get a phonecall, or even a real talk. But it's now done and over with. I got out what I wanted to say, sort of, and that's all I wanted really.

So there.