Google got it right.

So you know that version of email. I think it's gmail that won't let you send an email unless you do simple arithmetic problems first. Thereby limiting the number of drunk people sending regrettable emails.

Yeah, well I have that function built into my brain.

Only with texts. And I am not even drunk.

Here's the quick back story. The ex (and he is only the ex because I don't date and he is pretty much the only real ex I have) and I were texting back and forth ALL day today. Weird, we have an interesting relationship still. We are still friends. And by friends I mean people who can send dirty or inappropriate texts to each other and talk about a very short bit of our lives at the moment and then not talk again for weeks or even months.

Last time we saw each other was the first time since we had for real broken up. We pretend broke up for a few weeks and then for real broke up and then we got together and it was stupid. I thought I was going to be buying him a drink for his birthday and he thought I was going to be there an hour and a half earlier. (Men!)

(what miscommunication, I don't know what you are talking about?!)

We hung out for 10 awkward seconds and then walked away. He texted me immediately about how good I looked...yeah, I wish I could have said it was effortless but I knew what kinda moment it was going to be and whatever happened he needed to know that I either looked good despite him and our relationship ending or looked good and he could maybe remember what he was missing out on.Not sure which one I had intended on that night.

Either way, today we spent a long time cracking jokes with each other and at one point he down right flirted with me. I never thought I would see this day.
Wait, I don't even know what day this is. The day where the ex reminds you of why you two did date? Or the day you realize you haven't dated anyone since him for a reason? Or the day you think you've lost your mind because you two still talk in the first place.



...Okay so I have to tell the truth. I started writing this, then talked to my conscious a.k.a. Beauty of Beauty and the Beast. She convinced me to text him tonight. To text him and see what he was doing. Because somewhere in my brain I wanted to drive to go see him and see what would happen. Secretly hoping for a specific outcome. I have no guts. But she convinced me. Just last week she tried to get me to come with her to the same region of MD to see her "one that got away". At 2 in the morning. I didn't go.
She did.

She is cooler than me.
Now I texted him. And now he wants me to call him. So I gotta go.
Crraaaaapppppppp....



...stay tuned.