We were sitting at Lucien for an evening snack, there was fish soup and an endive salad, and I sat cross-legged in the booth. We were talking, but ultimately it came to this: boys render us speechless: “I mean— it’s just— I just— it’s like— yah, no, I dunno.”
posted by stellou at 4:28 AM
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I think we've had this conversation too, quite a few times this summer --- but accompanied by chicken congee and century egg salad instead.
Eeeyur, you are right. Is it possible for girls to move on and not talk about boys? Are boys talking about girls always? Why are we not talking about century-egg salad??? Wah, that century-egg salad was a surprise. So unexpectedly tasty. Eh, like boys. ;-)
I hope your boys don't taste like century egg salad. ;)
Boys talk about girls a lot, too. We are an incomprehensible species, remember?
what is so bloody incomprehensible? how come it can't be as easy as i like you, you like me? pah.
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