If you know the song “the cat came back”, you can sing along.
It was suggested in the comments of the How to test if a man is a total douchebag… post that perhaps the dear non-responder was taking the time to come up with a really good reason for his non-response.
Well, he responded.
I guess this was his version of caring (insert snorting laugh here). This is what I received on Friday night, just as I was going to bed:
Gosh. My heart just warmed at the sentiment.
Perhaps he’s delusional from some strange concoctions he’s been making in the kitchen (remember, he’s a chef).
I wish I could say “it goes without saying” but I’m cognizant of my own past behaviour. So I will say – no, I didn’t text him back. I’m sure it will make no difference…we’ll just see how long before the next mirror selfie or cock shot arrives in my Whatsapp inbox.
I’ve been cleaning up files on my phone and computer this morning and looked at the chat histories I have – the last time I heard from him was the beginning of June when he asked me for a picture of my tits. I said no.
Prior to that was an out-of-the-blue text and cock shot from him, which occurred when I was travelling with my son. I included it for the laugh value. I didn’t respond after the cock shot, which I mention because sadly, it’s not assumed.
…and in other news, guess who I heard from again? Follow-up post forthcoming.