One more on this, and then, sweet baby Jesus willing, I think I’m done.
Possibly (erm, make that probably) inebriated conversation with a male friend…
Friend: “Does That Guy know you’re the one writing these posts when he likes them on Tumblr?”
Me: “Yep. I told him about it before I fucked everything up.”
Friend: “Before HE fucked everything up. Don’t get it twisted.”
Me: “Mutual destruction.”
Friend: “That’s weird, though.”
Me: “What, that he knows? Or that he’ll like posts about my body but turned down my many offers to do any naughty little thing he wanted to it?”
Friend: “Both. I mean, he made his choice, right?”
Me: “Eh. It’s fine. He doesn’t read often. If I don’t want him to like the posts, I’ll just keep writing about feelings. He never did like my feelings.”
Smug Singleton 