The times we’ve had together have been magical. You know this as well as I do. The way that you deny country music to the elderly makes my trouser-space tight with anticipation. But there is one… problem. A minor nitpick in our “infrequent blogger”/”fictional character” relationship.
When you call me “friendo”, I get the feeling that we’re not really friends.
I mean, I know that I consider you my friend. Is the feeling not mutual? I thought we had a good thing going. Some special times, you and I. But your usage of this word puts everything into doubt.
Please respond. I am so worried that it is making me sick all the way into my deepest body parts.