My mom figured out text messaging a few months ago. It cracks me up when she consistently misuses catchphrases and capitalizes bizarre things in her messages.
However. I wish perhaps I were not so adept with my messaging. Leave me unattended with my phone after a few glasses of wine and it's on. While having family dinner last night, WOS texted me. Fine, I got a bit excited. But that's only because I feel starved for any kind of interaction these days.
I told him I'd be out later, but then, later, I never heard from him. It bugs me that I always respond to his texts (despite the fact that I mostly don't end up meeting up with him), and I know good and well that he has gotten one from me and he chooses not to respond. It makes me feel insecure. And very, very desperate.
And then The Ex called me, and while I ignored his call, I texted him a bit later asking what he wanted. I know what he wanted. He wants to get back together and go through our unhealthy, cyclical relationship all over again. Ah yes, that makes sense. I point blank told him it'd just be sex.
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