Just so we’re clear? I’m an asshole.

I am the only woman in the WORLD with such rampant mental issues that I can’t decide if I’m touched or annoyed when a guy shows up at my door unannounced to surprise me by delivering the exact breakfast I’d mentioned I was craving.

And my expressive face is great in bed but apparently not so good when surprised, because he texted me after he left and said he didn’t mean to overstep.

I’m an asshole.