Prolific

I forgot this happened: The Raging Alcoholic. I've become obsessed with this author this summer and thought he would love her. I sat reading a short story by her a few days ago, stopped mid sentence and thought, He would love this. So I sent him a message saying so.

And then he made it flirty. I'm pretty sure it was him who insinuated it all. I don't think it was me. I have too many men to juggle as it is without adding him back in.

I told him she wrote her most prolific work at the age of twenty three, and his unimpressed "Hmmm" in response caused me to say, "At twenty three, I got involved with you and moved to Chicago, I sure as hell didn't write a prolific novel." And he said, "Well something prolific happened." And I responded, "Oh yes, of course, you," and he said, "Well I guess it wasn't Chicago." Wait, was it me doing the insinuating?

However. I promptly forgot about it (how unlike me), until today when he asked me how I was. And I am just fine, thankyouverymuch.