We’re babes! We’re wise; we’re complex—all of your connections are nuanced.
“I like you….a whole lot,” the object of my obsession gently muttered for me after taking a gigantic slug of her white drink. “But we can’t getting with each other. I Believe we have to just be friends,”
My cardiovascular system fallen onto the club flooring making a deafening proverbial BANG sound because hit metal soil.
“Just What? Exactly why?” I yelped.
I had been the throes of a two-week, extremely lesbian, dreamy, whirlwind, rapid-fire romances with a lovely fashion designer called Lee.* As soon as we found both on a rainy, booze-fueled Fourth of July sunday, we were wildly dependent on both. Continue reading We can’t manage just how close you’re along with your ex-girlfriend.