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She chose all the wrong sundresses for the coming summer.
the $10 mistakes added up. it was always something like the fabric, the waist line, yet rarely the color. she was a colour gal.
Today, she was getting ready for the next confrontation with the new old lover.
the flowers were blooming.
She enjoyed the attention. she likely had no better league, yet
she rehearsed both how to seduce and how to reject - which she fantasized would be a friend zone situation.
but first to unpack.
"I mean he wants to do it."
"what are you going to do? break up with him at the post-coital drink?
"maybe. I've done it to greater men"
she wasn't into him, but she hadn't had much grounded male foundational attention, so she used him to prop up a part of her.
whatever. perhaps she just wanted to get laid.
He had been the beneficiary of her largess.
"look, I don't like window shopping unless I'm getting a lot of freebies. you're a total dead end to me, and it makes the make out have to have a high level it has not yet achieved. I believe you deserve someone who adores you. I use you for distraction and shudder when I think of what I've become with you touching me...I was kind of put into perspective with the LDS guy on the plane. talking to him and wanting him made me realize... I've got a baseline I'm ignoring to get a touch of ..."
"you're such a cunt."
"at least I'm an honest cunt? look. I totally know I'm no super prize - yet even among the scraps we both find ourselves among - I'd like to feel something different than I feel with you - for you it's like a massage from a not that great masseuse. however, you have said I have yet to have seen your wares, so I'll take a bath, shave, and open myself... yet I totally see nothing from this."
bye.
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