The Break-Up

         I have recently parted ways with my boyfriend - School. Don't fret, he was all wrong for me.
He was possessive, irate, and needy, oh so needy!
We would spend hours fighting into the early morning, he was jealous of my suitors TV and Internet, and I swear he was stealing from me. There were good times sure, like maybe sometimes he showed up with an "A" and said he was sorry and that he'd change.But then I remembered all the crap he put me through before that A and deep down I just knew , I knew he didn't love me.

          Now that I'm free, I have exactly one week to have a steamy fling with super-hunk Toronto before I'm off for my summer romance with Camp.

On the agenda:
-he will read to me (for leisure!) in the park while we bathe in the smog and sunlight.
-he will take me to the AGO and the ROM (free admission Wednesdays because he's kind of cheap).
-window shopping on Bloor.
-of course he'll let me have a night dancing to 50s and 60s rock with the girls (not much of a dancer that Toronto).
-I totally peeked through his wallet and there's a shiny $50 gift certificate to Chapters that he has probably been saving since his birthday to spend on me because he was worried School would go into a jealous rage (he's so wise that Toronto).
-being the wonderful and perfect fling that he is, he will encourage me to write on my blog as much as I can before I dive into my mini-marriage with Camp (he's so perfect. He just gets me y'know?...that's why it can't last).
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 Of course this is only a tentative agenda subject to change - Toronto always surprises me with things he thinks I might like. It's his spontaneity I love.


          I'm actually looking forward to my fling and my mini-marriage. But good things don't last forever, I'll eventually expire physically and emotionally from the freedom, fun and fresh-air, and crawl right back into School's waiting arms.
Hey, everyone loves a good on-again, off-again.