Wipe Your Feet On The Welcome Mat Day!
He'll take your coat he's dying to. He hasn't touched the fur of your collar in over a year.
"Back in town then?"
Hold the eighty dollars out to him.
Tell him it's your share of the last dinner he bought. You wanted to pay him back for it because you ruined it by telling him you were moving away to find the future you knew you wouldn't find by his side. "I was pretty cunty. So I figured, why make you pay for that meal? Least I could do, right?"
He'll ask how things worked out in Los Angeles.
"Great. Leaving you was the right idea I think."
Eighty dollars isn't a lot of money. And he certainly didn’t expect to be paid back for a dinner he bought two years ago. Something about all this makes him think you needed an excuse to visit.
"I'll admit, I miss you. I still think I made the right decision, and I'm not coming back to you. But I did think that maybe we could kind of…get in bed. I have four days."
That's fine with him, but he's willing to bet that this won't be the last time he holds you.
"Yeah, well, maybe by the next time I think of coming back you'll have failed so hard that you had to leave town and I won't be able to find you. Now take off you shirt."
Happy Wipe Your Feet On The Welcome Mat Day!