Thursday, June 23, 2005

 
I bullied him into helping me collect the dress, despite knowing he isn't going that way for lunch cos he had a special craving for something else which would require him to go another way; despite knowing how he hates to do such girly stuff for me; despite knowing how he hates more than anything else to get his secretary to do such girly stuff for me in his place. So I guess all these make me a bad gf. I am really sorry but if I could find a way to make it down in this fever, I would. And I so badly want to see the dress soonest.

So what strong-arm techniques did I use? Lots of whinning, lots of conscious incessant whinning. It was definitely a calculated move. I feel ashamed of it actually. But it helped me get what I wanted.

I assure you, Nic darling, I owe you one for this. This will not go forgotten. You earned some solid brownie points here.
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