The Whole Shit

No shit. This is the whole of my love life.

 

Nerdy military guy (NMG): Wink

ML: wink

ML: where you be?

NMG: I been reading. My life is GREAT!

ML: Oh

(long, long pause as ML contemplates the greatness of NMG’s life)

ML: Whatche reading?

NMG: Reading bout ‘Nam

ML: Sweet. I like death.

NMG: Call me if you get bored.

ML: Okay, I’ll call you soon. BTW, you know my given name isn’t my screen name, “sassyso-and-so,” right? Are you interested in my real name?

NMG: Okay.

Update: NMG sends me the most intimate text I’ve ever gotten…”hi” Like, we’re so close that we don’t need punctuation or more than one-syllable words anymore. LOVE is Good!


Comments

4 responses to “The Whole Shit”

  1. I will lock myself in the wardrobe after having a conversation like that with a possible candidate.,

  2. poeticgrin Avatar
    poeticgrin

    It’s probably best that he doesn’t know your real name is MedicatedLady.

    In other news, remember when I had a blog on MySpace and I referred to you as OriaLay (Not Her Real Name/What’s Left of it)?

  3. Yes, and it was very confusing for people to understand that that clearly meant Medicated Lady. Remember when I outed you to your nephew after you told me your entire family knew and was cool with it?

    mariana: Lock yourself away, girl. Save yourself the agony.

  4. valbrussell Avatar
    valbrussell

    When the syllables go all hell breaks loose, or so I recall. Of course I am nearly 47 and therefore forgetful . 😉

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