Steve
I was dating a guy named Greg, it only lasted
A few months, Greg was cheap
I mean really cheap
We rarely went out on dates
Usually we went to my place and watch movies
One-day Greg came over and told him I was hungry
I asked him to go to Wendy’s,
I want the Spicy chicken sandwich
Shortly he returns and hands me a bag
With nothing inside but the sandwich
He did not get the combo
He only got me the sandwich
He handed me a bag with nothing but
A Sandwich
I’m hungry so I eat it, and quickly proceed
To tell him “it’s not working out between us”
We discuss it, but he realizes my mind is made up
As I push him to the door
About 2 months later I am with a friend at the beach
I turn my head and see Greg, he looks at me and looks away
He looks at me again and looks away
I notice he is holding someone’s hand
My friend asks “is that Greg? Who is that holding his hand”?
I tell my friend “His name is Steve”
Copyright © Syn Michele | Year Posted 2017
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