all good things must come to an end, some more suddenly than others

We were so happy together. Our relationship brief but intense. We’d go out dancing until all hours or just lounge around drinking coffee.

We were so happy together, or so I thought. But today. Today the whole relationship ended, and it ended badly. And suddenly. I still don’t understand how it happened.

I was with a large group of fellow geeks this morning, happily watching the Matrix Reloaded. Yes, the lot of us did in fact take up a whole row. Halfway through the movie the poking started.

It was annoying, but I could ignore it. I should have seen the writing on the wall, but I managed to maintain a state of denial for a while. Then the pinching began. Persistent, annoying. I would go so far as to call it malevolent, that pinching.

In the back of my mind I knew that as soon as I got home, the relationship was over. It’s hard to drool over Carrie Ann Moss’s lovely ass when you’re aware, at least on a subconcious level, that you’re going to have an ugly little bruise on your breast by the time you leave.

This bra was a miracle of modern engineering. So sleek, so black, so perfect under spaghetti straps, yet cotton. Those of you who prefer black undergarments can understand why this is such a Happy Thing.

I’ve always harbored the fear that it was made by half-blind children in a sweatshop in Sri Lanka, or possibly by violent sex offender’s in the Washington State Prison system. I have to admit I never checked, if it had a checkered past I just didn’t want to know.

It was just such a good bra, how could it go so bad?

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