(Miss)communication

A brief text message on Saturday, with the last guy I (briefly) dated had me in stitches. First of all, I don't think either of us will be able to hear certain Radiohead songs without flashing back to the nights we would spend together, listening to music and falling a sleep holding hands and covered in sweetness. It also made me think, how many times did I misread, or take something he said the wrong way, and how many times did he not understand my humor or what I was trying to say. Either way, I couldn't have made this up if I tried in order to explain how choppy our communication was. This is our communication in it's truest form.

MIA: At Barney...and f***ing Radiohead is playing.
Me: I know the manager. And P.S I just changed my mind about going there and left 10 min ago.
MIA: Wait. What?
Me: I was going to run in and I didn't have time. Barnes & Nobles, fool.
MIA: No, I'm at Barneys New York, not Barnes & Noble.
Me: Exactly! New York, best place on earth. Enjoy!
MIA: I'm in LA.
Me: Exactly! Good Talk.

Exhibit A- HUH?

It's nice to at least get to a point where you can laugh about it.