"Well, we just want different things."

One summer, I was overcome by stress and got a little reckless. It wasn't just me, of course...all my friends were stressed, too. We were about to face perhaps the most important and difficult test in our lives. Yes, we were all a little loopy, and this was manifested in various ways among the ranks. I blame this agitated state for losing my oh-so-pretty head one particularly balmy night.

I met him at an all-night coffeeshop. Wearing a white billowy dress with cork-heeled sandals that were bronze, I did everything I could to distract him from his feigned study. Finally, "we" became the topic of conversation. Let me first explain that this was not a date. We saw each other every day and casually flirted, but were not courting by any means. So, you should be just as surprised as I that at the end of the night, after a lengthy discussion about our expectations of the opposite sex and the future, including his desire to live surrounded by his entire family on what came to be known as "the compound" among my friends, I ended our (burgeoning? potential?) relationship by telling this gentleman:

"Well, we just want different things."

My chums and I still laugh at how I broke up with him prior to us ever having been anything more than associates.

Fast forward to last night...different conversation...different man...similar circumstances, including the anxiety. I would be less than honest if I failed to mention that I almost said the exact same phrase once more... but I thought of that night last summer and stopped myself! I have a reputation to protect, you know. And Pretty is as pretty does. :-)