breaking up is hard to do
dear falafel roll from the sandwich shop in the arcade,
its over between us.
i'm not quite sure what happened, but the spark is gone.
don't blame yourself for this, its not you, its me. i'm bored and unsatisfied and i just feel that i need more from my lunch.
remember the first few times we were together? they were nothing short of AMAZING. the way the sauce oozed from your package; the feeling of your (falafel) balls in my mouth. it was so spicy, so HOT!
and so i kept coming back for more. and for several months i was a satisfied woman.
but now it just feels so stagnant, so predictable, so ordinary.
i tried to fight for us, introducing new elements into our lunchtime trysts (like eggplant and capsicum and avocado.) but it just wasn't the same. it felt contrived.
then again, maybe we just need to be apart for a while. perhaps if i see other sandwiches i'll realise that i need you and your moist, spicy goodness.
but i can't make any promises, so don't wait for me because you might end up hurt and alone. and i wouldn't want that.
and you are welcome to be with other women as well. no double standards here. i know that ally in the next office has had her eye on you for a while. i've seen the way she looks at you. go for it! she's a great girl.
please know that i will always love you. its just that i am not in love with you.
goodbye,
la nadine.
x
15 Comments:
That was SUPERB. Just superb x
you have this uncanny nack each time you write that can make me hungry and have an erection at the same time...
Bravo young lady, bravo.
I hear what you're saying. That is, I hear it, but I will never never understand it or accept it.
Wasn't I a good enough provider? Didn't I promise one day that we could have some little kibbeh of our own? When you needed zing, who brought it? WHO BROUGHT IT?
*cries salty pickled turnip juice*
does that mean we can finally be together?
i've waited so long...
You mentioned food again!
Oh!!!
*runs to hotel room...via kebab shop*
allow me to introduce you to 'any soup with udon noodles in it.' he / she sleeps around, but geez, he / she does it in so many ways.
udon, what a fucking word.
Hehe ... brilliant.
Um, nothing amusing or even worthwhile to say here ...
*awkward pause*
Next!
always with the gold, la nad. always with the gold.
perhaps you need some pork on your fork to get over him?
Ho, ho.
Also - that's exactly how I feel about the whopper.
It's not like you didn't try, La Nadine. Don't feel bad, or guilty.
You did everything you could to keep the relationship going, and lets face it, falafels can be, well, a little, not dry, but, well...you know.
Sometimes we just have to move on, maybe even (gasp!) to different food courts.
i too ended my affair with the falafel roll about four years ago. then i had a brief fling with the chicken schnitzel sandwich. white bread. mayo. lettuce, cheese and tomatoes.
it was an unhealthy, self-destructive relationship.
now, for lunch, i am a promiscuous hussy. soup here, toast there, sandwich, eggs, fruit.
but the best lunch, or one of, is at home. bowl of rice. topped with tinned salmon and fresh vegies. a bit of light soy. yum.
you have to watch those middle eastern uh foods, they are dodgy and can't be trusted.
You're a trooper!!
Nadine. I'm glad you're so healthy about all this.
These decisions can really make one beat one's self up. If you ever, uh, ya know, wanna grab a snack together, or talk or whatever, just let me know. Hey listen, did you try eating your falafel in public??
Sorry, was that too soon?
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