Town and Country: How was your day?
Desi Girl: Okay. (Now, I know that this guy has managed to blow up my life on more occasions than I wish to count, but when we’re catching up at the end of the day, it seems TOTALLY normal to do “this” whatever “this” is with him. But, since I know he is the Lone Warlord of my Heart, I remind myself to be careful, to tread with caution, do not engage emotionally. Why I don’t ask, ‘Desi Girl, why do you keep doing this?’ is beyond me …)
Town and Country: Just okay?
Desi Girl: Yes. I am worried about my boss.
Town and Country: Why?
Desi Girl: I just am.
Town and Country: But that’s you. You’re different. Unique. Sweet.
Ack. I don’t like it when he says nice things to me about me. It gives me false hope.
Town and Country: what are you wearing?Desi Girl: (Really? We are going from my boss to sex? Please.) I don’t feel like doing this.
Several seconds elapse. I know he is annoyed that I don’t want to sext with him. But I promised myself, this time, there were would be no-more-than-friends-nonsense. This is how I always get in trouble with him.
Desi Girl: You there? If we’re doing this, we’re doing this as friends and I don’t tell my friends what I am wearing late at night.Town and Country: Ok.
Oh what? He’s mad? He jerks me around ALL the time. He should be THANKFUL that I even forgave him. Why, I still don’t know. I cannot blame it on being weak and lonely. There is something just magnetic about him to me. It’s like I cannot stop myself with him. God help me …