God forgives; not me!

So last night Gil and I had a nice dinner which subsequently was going to lead to a movie; however we missed the 7pm showing of The Unborn and the next one was around 9:30pm. We ended up going to Starbucks next to the Safeway on Market and Church. We were killing time and calling some friends, but no one responded. Since I was amped on a double shot of espresso in a skinny vanilla latte, I felt that we should keep moving, avoiding all opportunity to pillow talk about our relationship. Unfortunately, Gil asked the proverbial question... "let's talk about us; where do we stand?"

*sigh*


Basically, we argued in Starbucks. We argued on the way back to the car. We argued on the drive home.
I must say, he put up a good yelling match one the way home, but since my blood was pumping caffeine like no other... I think I won that night. The winning line was... "What? What do you want me to do? You're asking for my forgiveness. Fuck you! I'm not God. God forgives; not me!"

then... a biblical silence falls upon us the rest of the ride home. I almost thought God was going to strike me down somewhere around Serramonte.