He's right -- I probably will miss him when he's gone

Last night, as I was leaving work, I called First Love.

"Hey," I said. "I'm wiped out from work, so I'm skipping game night. I'll be there when you get home."

"I am home," he said. "Want to go out to dinner? We can go to the Mexican place around the corner.

"It's too early in the week for me to start eating bad food," I said.

"Well, we can go somewhere else, then."

"Okay."

We hung up. 10 seconds later, I called him back.

"Hey," I said. "I don't want to go out. Want to order in?"

"Sure," he said. "Want to watch a movie?"

"Okay. If I pick up wine on the way home, will you drink some?"

"If you get white."

"Okay."

"Christ," he said. "I feel like we're married."

When I got home, he was reading Craig's List Missed Connections.

"Cute guy on the 6," he said. "That's me."