Instead of dinner,
We do phone calls.
You tell me how your day went,
And how you lost X many games,
And how your team was total "poo trash".
We exchange napkins full of or days worth of events,
And share delicious laughs.
Then you mention how our friend the waitress is pretty,
And the sweet tasting wine that helped our conversation go down,
Turns bitter.
"But bestfriends tell eachother everything right?"
Well if that's the case,
Then sweetheart I have a mouthful to tell you.
But that will be saved for another plate of pasta,
With different situational sauce.
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