I have promised my ex, Austin, french fries in exchange for fixing my faucet. He is handy but I will not marry him. He is about 12, developmentally. He fixes things and plays tennis -- that's pretty much why we were together. It was last summer. All the tennis was on -- the French Open, Wimbledon, the U.S. Open. When it was over, so were we.
He wants to get back together. Not going to happen. He's sweet. He will get french fries for his effort. Maybe even a burger. And a shake. He will be in heaven. And I will have a working faucet. Everyone will be happy. Nothing wrong with that.