Sometimes I get some great text messages. I try to save them, and I go look at them when I’ve been dealing with shit from dudes.
These are two recent ones from men that I used to date and now they just text me every once in a while. They make me smile.
That is from Jason (aka Baseball Boy), who I haven’t seen since the fall when his life went sideways. He still asks to see me every once in a while but it’s never worked out. He still “owes” me a birthday dinner.
This one from an Italian who was lovely and had a huge cock but no rhythm whatsoever. There was no sexual chemistry. If he didn’t still want to sleep with me we could easily have been friends. But I don’t want to encourage him. I told him about Matthew in our conversation above.