Welcome To TopHalf and His Tale of Woe!

i have a friend that once broke with a girl over a half-pint of ice cream. it's true but there are more details to the story which i will try to do justice here. my friend had brought over the ice cream one week day evening and enjoyed a couple of spoonfuls with his lady love. the next day he returned in the early evening to find that nary a trace of the ice cream was left for him. the girl had eaten all of it by herself.

my friend tells me that there were other factors that led to the demise of this relationship but this is where things got ugly. she didn't save that last tiny bit for him after he'd been kind enough to bring it to her door. this wanton abuse of his generosity seemed like a good fit for an analogy of their relationship. she was happy keeping the good stuff to herself and none too worried about what was left for him.

my pal calls this gaff "the half-gallon of trust". it is due to this story that i am adding him to my diary with the name tophalf. i don't want to call him half-pint because that smacks of little house on the prairie but i don't want to forget his story of love, loss and dairy.

i think that you would do well to remember it as well.