I used to date G. back in the day. G. wasn’t terribly good to me, but we’re friends anyway because he’s a nice friend and I wasn’t terribly good to him either.
G: What happened?
Me: I guess it just didn’t work out. I don’t really know.
G: Well, if it makes you feel better, he’ll probably regret it.
Me: (with heightened sarcasm) Yeah, I’m sure I’ll be the tear that hangs inside his soul forever.
G: The what?
Me: You know, that Jeff Buckley song. Lover you should’ve come over. He messes up with a girl, he misses her, and she’s the tear that will hang inside his soul forever. Yadda yadda, blah blah, Que Sera, sera.
G: ( consolingly, but also joking) Oh yeah. Well, sometimes I listen to that song when I regret dumping you. (pause) But you’re not the tear that will hang inside my soul forever. I’m just too young to keep good love from goin’ wrong.
Me: (pause) That’s actually kinda sweet.
G: Well, I was kidding…
Me: No, no. I’ll take it. Don’t say anything else.
