She could start calling him light-switch boy. Boy, does he turn on and off so quickly. Fall in and out of love in the time it sometimes takes her to go from laughing to crying. More specifically, out of love. Like a snap of the fingers.
A light-switch boy doesn’t belong with a slow-cooker girl, now does he? She takes a while to soften things up and a while to cool but boy can she make things sweet and tender when she’s just right.
He burned so brightly for such a long while but all of a sudden he’s burnt out. It’s a cold and automatic thing. But although meat-in-a-slow-cooker-girl’s been turned off for a couple, she’s still got a long way to go.