I barely shut the door. They wanted job, bill, and whether he sulked after. Dating is public now. The jury lives in a WhatsApp thread.
Tag: texting
A bruise with no text after is just mess on skin. If you claim the body, you can claim the morning as well afterwards too.
He replies just enough to keep me warm. Never enough to make a plan. Benching is the new ghosting with better manners and worse timing.
Say casual. Say dating. Do not hide behind we will see. I can do filthy and still want a sentence that does not wriggle away.
Giving it time is grown. Stretching a maybe for months is not depth. Some people call it patience when they just enjoy the attention buffet.
The chase was fun. Then I texted first in daylight and the spark died. Some men only want the me that leaves at dawn anyway.
Unavailable is not mysterious. It is unpaid labour I do in my head. If he wanted to, that message would already be sitting right there.
Not showy messages. The are-you-home-safe ones after. Aftercare is a character test. Most good people pass the sex easily and then fail the morning kettle.
Water and a check in are not deluxe. They are basic. If you can take your clothes off you can ask if I got home.
I can hear the message being recorded next door. Then it pings my phone. We live six feet apart and still perform distance like strangers.