Last Friday evening I received a text from the TMI Guy.
What the hell? I thought I had made myself clear that I didn’t want to see him any more.
Was thinking about you. Wish I could see you soon, hon 🙂
Thank you. Do you think I could see you maybe next week sometime? I promise I won’t talk serious stuff
You’re a nice guy and I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I’m not interested in pursuing anything more. I’m sorry.
Got it. Take care. If you change your mind I’ll be around. Feel free to reach out. I won’t contact you anymore
The very next morning at 9:19, exactly 11 hours and 51 minutes later, TMI Guys sent one final plea.
Honestly, I have no idea what the fuck he was thinking.
Smitten, is there a chance we can keep it purely sexual. I really enjoyed the sex with u. And I think u did as well.
He began to type something else (or he did and my phone chose not to send it to me…)
It was simply the letter “I”