I have cultivated a sexting friendship. One of my guy friends. It's recently become a challenge as to who can initiate the conversation with the most disgusting sexual reference. Nothing ever comes of it, we never actually meet up, even though there is talk of it.
This happened yet again. Eight hours of this off-and-on sexting, talk of meeting up, me falling asleep as I always do. I realized the next morning that he called me mid-slumber, and I missed the call. I was a bit flattered, I admit it. Hahaha, I will make you want me and then ignore you! Ha!
That morning, after I noticed this missed call, another friend called me. There was talk of a bar she had been at, and I almost said, "Yeah, Sexting Boy mentioned he was there," but then stopped myself, because what's the use even mentioning that? It was a split second non-admission, and she continued without missing a beat.
They slept together.
Not that I care to have sex with Sexting Boy (Pun? Double entendre? Nope.), but, let's think about this timetable: sexting me all night, called me really late, I didn't respond. Minutes later he was with my friend. It was a random thing, they're not together, and I don't want to be with him, but still.
I texted him the next day, jokingly congratulating him on being the biggest whore ever. That boy has nerve.
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