I have admitted I don't really like cheesecake. He feels utterly betrayed.
You just faked your love of cheesecake all this time? he asked.
It was only to make you happy, I replied. You kept buying it and I didn't want you to feel rejected.
You could look me in the eye and lie to me about a thing like that? What else are you lying to me about? How will I ever be able to trust you again.
I suspect the rally monkey will be sleeping on the couch tonight (oh so easy--just fall asleep watching the Mets game).
I just wish I had some, oh, pie.
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Moonrat, I feel so betrayed. You DON'T like cheesecake? The rally monkey isn't the only one you lied to. Hmph.
funny. i once wrote a short story on this exact topic - faking cheesecake love. well it wasn't really a short story, but a fictional essay in response to a writing prompt. i like cheesecake, btw, but i don't LOVE it the way people do. unless it's exceptional. apple pie flavor at junior's, for instance is amazing.
yeah, i know--i read it. back when i STILL HAD ACCESS TO YOUR BLOG!!!
I see this was the entry you were alluding to.
Moonrat, I think Rally Monkey's feelings were hurt and betrayed. That was a long time you "pretended" to like cheesecake.
And.... what kind of pie could beat cheesecake? Pecan, perhaps? It is tasty...
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