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That Wednesday was dinner and a movie. I called in Indian. Korma, rice pilaf, nan bread with those little sweet bits.
He told me he didn’t like the look of circles under my eyes and I thought Nice of you to notice. I’ve had them for a while.
He asked “What’s wrong?” and I told him.
It was a three word whimper. A whimper is all you can manage when you hold onto something that long. He smiled and took my hand and for a second I could see him thinking ‘like family’. Then I said it again. He creased his face and went for a Budvar even though he didn’t drink.
I wished I’d ordered a Madras or maybe even an awful Vindaloo. Then I’d have a reason to get all teary. I always cried when I ate too hot curry and he knew it and wouldn’t have thought a thing about it. But I had korma and who cried into coconut milk?
We watched The Goonies. When he didn’t laugh at the truffle shuffle I knew it was bad. Three days later he turned it into a joke – because that’s what he did when he couldn’t cope.
“You’re only human.” He laughed a laugh that wasn’t his and tried to make light. I called him an idiot and bawled. Out loud. Hiccups. Runny nose. The works. I held back for two years. When I let go, I let go bad.
We went a week and didn’t speak. He said I was insane and needed time to get over the stress of exams and a bad break up (more on that later). Then he used the word sister (SISTER!) and said he was going to see Van Strudel. We’d talk when he got back.
It got worse.
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Pingback by not so super model pt. 2 - plain simple english 08.07.06 @ 13:15Oooh, what a jerk! Men are so insensitive. You fall on your knees and say you love him and he back pedals a million miles and talks about loving you like a sister. What an idiot!
Comment by Katherine 08.07.06 @ 13:55This definitely induced many late night (transatlantic) phone calls……that lasted hours!!! I’m glad I already know how this one turns out.
Worse. Urgh!
My heart stopped. I just can’t beleive he said “Sister” .. that is so “It’s not you, it’s me …”
I was once told by a man that he sees me as a sister. Two seconds later he told me he was having incestuous thoughts. Sister ain’t always that bad.
Comment by Liz 08.08.06 @ 13:10The story works, the writing is there. You have us riveted!
Men are such a mess.
Comment by Deanna 08.08.06 @ 13:14I am loving this serial tragedy. It’s your real life, I know, so insensitive of me to say it’s entertaining, but it is.
Thanks for visiting my site. I’ll be reading . . .
Comment by Miss Eight-oh-Five 08.08.06 @ 14:23man…i needed to read this to feel like we are not alone. thank you. i am going through a bit of a bummer – trying not to give it too much life and power over my emotions – right now as well.
love you! xo
Comment by amanda 08.08.06 @ 16:29oooh…the “s” word. yuck. this is well-written, and since you said it was reality, I’m hoping it’s a long time ago. my heart broke just a bit while reading it.
Comment by Amy 08.08.06 @ 17:49Men are stupid, sorry, but they are, they have the girls they should date as friends, and the ones they should avoid-at-all-costs as lovers, ugh! (like your blog by the way, very fun to read)
Comment by ldbug 08.08.06 @ 20:46What a coward!! He had the moment to step up and be a man, and instead he opted to be a ‘buddy’ or a ‘brother’. Yes, I am with you and the poster who said the word sister sucks, and should be shot…
Comment by Ryane 08.09.06 @ 0:22Thanks for your comment on my blog. You are a very talented reader. I am sorry to know that this sad story is your reality, though. Don’t you hate falling in love with best friends?
Comment by Heather 08.09.06 @ 15:47I HATE that sister crap! That phrase should be locked away, never to be heard from again.
Comment by singlemuslimah 08.09.06 @ 16:30Yeah, that guy was a big, dumb jerk. Typical, always missing the signals. Women always know what to say in those awkward moments when someone pours out his heart and lays it on the floor within range of their Manolos; even Britney (cue the “Oops, I did it again” soundtrack), probably because they get so much experience at sorting those guys out who, once again, misinterpreted another set of signals. Say, hypothetically, if the situation were reversed:
“Why, Rhet, lick my face off? I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. You’re so decent and kind and I enjoy our friendship so much its just never occurred to me to think of you in that way. Certainly not in the way that I love Billy Ray. I know you can’t stand him, but he’s only hit me a couple of times and I just know we’ll be happy as soon as his divorce is final!”
Comment by Night Writer 08.09.06 @ 16:38OMG. This is the kind of thing that happens in movies. Not in real life. Sister? How much more insensitive could he be? That’s like saying you want to ‘stay friends’.
Comment by themarina 08.09.06 @ 17:22Your blog was referred to my by a a friend. Will continue to browse but wanted to comment on your NotSoSuperModel posts.
Don’t get too discouraged at the word Sister. In some slang it means “close friend”, rather like a man calling male friend “Brother.” However, also like most men, he doesn’t seem to “yet” know the real value of a woman. They want their cake and eat it too for most of their lives. They mature at a slower pace than women for some reason? Does testosterone do that…? If you care to wait out his infatuation with Ms Van Studel, he will be yours – that is if you REALLY want him that badly.
Comment by GypsySavage 08.09.06 @ 18:34Agreeing, again, with all the ladies who hate the sister thing.
Night Writer….you crack me up.
Gypsy…So glad you found me. Your advice… Noted..noted…noted… Will keep you informed.
Regina…THAT’s WHAT I’M SAYING. I mean it’s Chunk for goodness sake!

oh buffy! it’s like i always say, a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle. sometimes it’s a fantastically packaged bike with a shiny frame and even a flower basket, but then you find out it has a squeaky wheel and you realize that you’re a fish anyway and how would you ride it? oh….did i go too far?
Comment by sophie 08.10.06 @ 15:14Ouch…but you were quite brave to fess up about it. I have always stayed silent…(wimpy me) Can’t wait to hear more.
Comment by tami 08.11.06 @ 4:39Grrrr, I hate being called a “sister” as well.
At least you had the guts to say it. Now you won’t have to pine away for him . . . or maybe you will, but the ball will be in his court. Which can be a good or bad thing . . . but personally I think it’s good that he knows.
Comment by Pia 08.12.06 @ 20:06[...] Pt.3: Then he used the word sister (SISTER!) and said he was going to see Van Strudel. We’d talk when he got back. [...]
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