France:

Holy shit!

We went out to this fancy diner (I picked it out; I knew the manager's cousin's husband's best friend) and she was talkative, but she asked a lot of questions about me too. She also said that one day, she and I were going to hop into a plane and go places.

She wants to go places with me! I guess that maybe my own little section of the world could expand a bit more, just for her. For her.

I said that would be great, and she laughed and cracked open a bottle of wine. We both had a few glasses and at the end of the night, she motioned me over, kissed me on the cheek, and told me she had a wonderful time.


France:

And then my best friend ruined everything.

If he wasn't so goddamned "sweet" and "funny" and whatever else people like to say about him, I would be able to live such a normal, happy life. While he and she were watching the football match together, they were both laughing and he put his arm around her and she snuggled into the nook of him arm and he kissed her on the top of her head.

This sucks.

Your advice worked for about a month, until today. When I have to choose between my bastard of a friend and my perfect girl, it's hard enough. When I have to do it over the radio, it's hell.