The SNF has never stopped texting me. Every now and then I'd get a message from him, usually along the lines of "What are you doing tonight?"
I would send him some chirpy, cheerful, non-deflating version of a polite "No, thank you!"
Maybe it's the summer weather, maybe it's the itchy, antsy, sex-starved feeling I've had lately, but the SNF's banishment has been lifted. I'll tell you why he was banished in another post.
The SNF understands the rules here. So he is allowed back.
If you can't be with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with.
Now, please excuse me. There's someone knocking at the door.
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Going from what's written on the other side, it didn't work out so well.
I'd say "hugs" and all that shit but really, I think a no-holds-barred wrestling match would do you better. Alas ...
Oh no, this morning's post was all about residual rage that apparently boiled to the surface overnight.
The SNF is back.
And sorry to be confusing, Don, I am so all over the place right now I don't know if I'm coming or going. This is why I don't fall in love -- I'm so out of practice that it totally fucks me up.
I think the shooting of the gun last night may have uncapped something.
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