Was The Game over?
She had wanted to move in, he didn't let her. She'd wanted him to meet her folks, he wouldn't. She had asked if they could fit in a quick trip together to Paris, France—maybe even Madrid on the way back. Found it on the Net. Practically cost nothing. Pleeease. Liked to have seen the Prado with him. He couldn't make it, no time see. You see, ABC, CDE...MBA. You see, you know, the Course. He had to finish Harvard. Why was he in Boston?
She had wanted just a week end in Newport, Rhode Island. All I ask. You work too hard. Should relax a little. See Cliff Walk. Maybe walk on Cliff Walk. Cliff Walk was not Paris, nor the Prado, but it was something. He couldn't do that either.
So what was there for her?
And he'd had to agree.
Pieces of the relationship were falling down all around her.
He'd had to agree.
You know the relationship is breaking up when pieces of what you have invested yourself in keep falling down all around you—and on your head and heart. And he'd had to agree.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
