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either were as boring as sap, or they just...
    Oh who was she kidding, they were as boring as just picking her nose.  They had no personality and lacked any real sexual appeal.
    Keith, not surprising, was more boring than the rest. Sure he had been decent looking and, in the beginning, sweet, but he had bored her to tears. As the relationship progressed, she had noticed how vulgarly obnoxious he could be.  Getting mad at the waiter or waitress, if they accidentally spilled something on him.
    What annoyed her the most about him, was how he had gotten, on more than one occasion, those individuals fired. In this day and age, it was bad enough getting a job. If there were people like Keith in the world, keeping it was made even harder.
    The way she saw it, if he hadn't broken-up with her, she would have with him....
    Or she would have killed him.
    Good thing he had beaten her to the bunch, because, if he hadn't, she probably would have backed over him with her car or shot him.
    As her thoughts wandered back to that night, she found herself sarcastically grinning over the way Keith had behaved...
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    Keith had picked her up—late as usual.
    Another Keith quality that irritated her, was that he always arrived hours late to pick her up for their dates, and, by then, she was too annoyed to really want to go out. If her job wasn't hard enough, her personal life was made worse by an inconsiderate boyfriend who showed up three hours past the time he said he would. And, the moment she answered the door, criticized her about what she was wearing.
    It had been going on ten, when Keith had eventually decided to make an appearance at her apartment. From the moment she opened the door and noticed how his gaze critically wandered over her, she knew what was coming.
    “You're wearing that...?”
    It had been that dark scowl on her face, that had had him instantly throwing his hands up in the air, and saying, “Never mind.”
    Irritably sighing, she grabbed her purse off the coffee table and headed out the door, expecting him to follow her.  When he eventually did, she locked the door and, grudgingly went down the stairs, not caring if Keith was behind her or not.
    After making her way over to his shoe box of a sports car, she waited for him to unlock the piece shit that looked about the size of her jewelry box. Once he had, she tried not hitting her head on the low ceiling or even the door frame. Once she had gotten into the car, practically knocking herself senseless in the process, she waited for Keith to get in. It didn't take long for him to do so, and, she had to forcefully swallow her laugh down, when he bumped his head on the low ceiling.
    What surprised her, was that the whole drive to the restaurant, Keith was completely silent—not even a peep out of his stupid, bobble head, self.
    At first she wondered if it was possible that she had gotten so good at ignoring him, that she had successfully put him on mute.
    Yet, that wasn't the case.
    The moment they got to the restaurant, another expensive dive, that had its share of snobs sneaking obnoxious glances over at her, and whispering about her dress, she knew something was up. While it was typically Keith behavior, for him to let her work her ass off at getting out of his car and not pulling or pushing her chair in at the table. What wasn't typical, was when Keith ordered a drink and not his meal. He was so predictable. Every time they went out, he ordered his drink and meal all at the same time.
    From the moment Keith signaled to the waiter to come over to the table, Genevieve had this familiar, deja vu, feeling that she knew what was coming. She'd been down this road before.
    While there were certain men that were hard to read, the ones that she ended up with, read like an open book.   Keith was no different, he sat down at the table, ordered his scotch and soda, and peering, sadly, across the table at her, he said, “Genevieve...”
    Smiling at him, she said, “Yes,