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I’d kind of known all along that he had a girlfriend. I’d used my tool box of resources — intel, instinct, and the internet — to connect the dots.
The guy I had previously written off as one-dimensional was turning out to be dynamic and endearing. I realized I might’ve been wrong about my initial assessment of his character.
Two months into us talking, he sent me a selfie of him holding a VHS camcorder. “Sex tape on deck,” I wrote back.
He gave me time, consistency, and loyalty. It felt healthy and like I was finally doing something right in my love life.
My mouth filled with a warm pool of his saliva. It elevated my pleasure in a way I’m still struggling to describe months later.
“I’ll talk to you soon” sounds innocuous. The problem is that phrase is one of the most neutral, noncommittal, inconclusive sentences in the English language.
I tried to figure out what part of the formula that originally produced magic between F and me was missing. It dawned on me that it was spontaneity.
I hadn’t seen F in three years when I peeped on social media that he’d just flown into the city where I happened to be vacationing with my family…
The idea that I’m on a constant mission to find content for my dating blog is a misconception that couldn’t be more untrue. Let me explain.
The night started innocently. I thought it’d be the regular — cocktails, shots, conversation and dancing before calling it a night. But once his friends trickled out and Bubs, Diana, and I were left, someone had the idea to go to a rave.