Smoothing out shit

[silver_notebook]

Last weekend I had a phone call.

‘Hello Silver. How are you?’ asked a familiar, smooth voice, in the friendliest of tones.

‘Oh, I’m well. And how are you?’ I replied perkily, on autopilot, while trying to place the voice. Then I connected. It was an ex. Let’s call him Evil Ex. We continued politely, and he asked if I wanted to meet. ‘I’m not sure

Comments

[wild_boys]

Ooooooooh yeah *sucks teeth* Dangerous ground. But so long as it feels good and no harm happens.

Really, you do need some quality. An Evil Ex really does not deserve you. No matter how much fun strange tightenings in the pelvic region may be.

[silver_notebook]

No harm happened, and I am determined I wont be ruled by lust, but like I said, it's spring and I'm single, so it is Dangerous Ground.

Yes; at the moment, I do feel I need a little quality. Not necessarily anything life shatteringly, all engaging; but something light and positive and 'oh my god, I'm going to slide of my seat, sexy.

And I'm not being an self important, uppity cow, with airs and graces when I agree: he doesn't deserve me.