“When did you stop being fun?”

I dated the same girl for almost a decade but never married her, which proves I’m both not smart, yet not an idiot.

Anyhow, I had a friend come over who I hadn’t seen in person since right before I met her (he moved away) and we were trading stories of the old days. Characters include retarded big tittied blondes/redheads, Coked-out Brazilians/coke dealers, cops, roadies for big bands, crazy lesbians (barsexuals, really) making out in my living room, midgets, a film crew for a famous show, tons of pussy etc.

Then I think she clicked together that most of this shit we remembered happened during the summer my friend crashed on my couch with the entire timeline being only 9 months.

So my friend leaves and my pseudo-wife is fucking glaring at me. I’m mentally done with the relationship at this point and don’t care she’s mad but suddenly she just belts out “WHEN DID YOU STOP BEING FUN? SERIOUSLY? WHEN? WHEN DID YOU STOP BEING FUN?”

“Well honey, I met you maybe 6 months after that last story, so you know most of the timeline. You could probably pick the day out as well as I could!”

She never vocalized a guess, but I really wish she had tried. I wanted to see her struggle to convince herself she wasn’t the wet blanket smothering the flames of fun.