Okay, Chicklets, as much as it pains me to say this, I think it’s time for us to start seeing other people. It’s not you, it’s me.
Seriously, I think it’s time to call a spade a spade and declare a little rest. I need to stop mining the world for Mock Chicken-worthy vignettes and start paying attention to the long-neglected narrative in my head that, with much slogging, may someday become a novel.
I know you’ll understand, because that’s the kind of girlfriend you are.
Is this goodbye forever? I think not. If you want, drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll send out a note when I’m done sowing my wild oats and ready to settle down again, a.k.a., when I start posting again.