I broke up with my high school boyfriend at the end of my senior year, not long after giving him a few of my senior pictures, including an 11 x 14. The next fall, when I found myself dating a guy who lived in the same dorm as me, on the same floor as my ex, I asked if I could get those photos back, seeing how he obviously wouldn’t be wanting them.
He readily agreed to bring the pictures back to school next time he went home, but he had an excuse each time about why he’d forgotten them. I knew he was really pissed about me going out with this guy on his floor and, when I’d originally requested the return of the photos, his first response had been, “Why? So you can give them to Brad?” in an extremely derisive tone.
After a couple months, with a handful of unsuccessful reminders, I finally confronted him. “What’s going on? Why aren’t you bringing my photos back?”
“Well, okay. Chris (his good friend) and I set up your pics and Diana’s (Chris’s ex-girlfriend) senior pictures, drank some beers, and threw darts at your faces. Sorry.”
His apology sounded less than sincere, and I’m pretty sure there was a bit of a smirk. 😏