So he ever-so-slightly brushes by, randomly. Hand brushes Hand. Shoulder brushes Shoulder. All innocuous stuff. NOT.

I don’t remember the last time I had to play mind games. Thats what I cherish the most about being engaged. The end to all that. However I had overlooked one aspect of it. Mind games lead to suspence which in turn lead to thrills. This argument might be faulty, as this should mean that only people who marry twisted fucks can get the best of both the worlds. Anyway thats not the point.

The point is Yummy Boy and his tendency to randomly brush by me. Like its nothing.

What’s up with THAT?..

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