‘You’re a fox,’ Tom said, whispering in my ear as we left the restaurant.
We were on our third date; everything was going fabulously. No pregnant pauses in conversation, no awkwardness between us. Kisses were a thrill, a promising sign of what was to come. I’d discovered nothing negative about him. Until now.
My stomach turned at his words. A heaviness set like cement in my limbs as I stopped walking. He turned to face me.
‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘I can’t be with you anymore.’
I let go of his hand and walked away, leaving Tom dumbfounded, shocked, his mouth agape.
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Musings from Melbourne 
Sometimes you just know when it is not meant to be.
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I guess being called a fox is not something she wanted to hear.
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She’s a little inflexible, I think!
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Well that was unexpected. Maybe she misunderstood what he said.
Like when Prince Charles turned up at Timbertop in Victoria to go to school wearing a fur hat in the middle of Summer.
He told Queen Elizabeth “I am going to go to school at Timbertop.”
The Queen said “Wear the fox hat.” 🙂
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🤣
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Oh well, she has boundaries. Whether they are reasonable or not, they are hers. Tom will find someone else.
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Yep!
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Oh! The ending was totally unexpected!
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