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To the Girl Scouts: We’re sorry

To orgasms: Holy s (IYKYK) knohat to do with this many of you

Saturday, February 17th

Jude

I don’t knohat it is, but I feel like luck is in the air tonight—well, luck and an arctic fucking cold front I sht, but also, with a bounce in my step, I pick up my pace to decrease the time I have to be outside in this blistery-as-hell winter wind

Two blocks from my destination, my phone vibrates in e front and center on the screen

Bianca: You busy tonight? I’d sure love some company…

I grin and shakeout a quick text

Me: Sorry, honey Working

Bianca: :(

I smile

Bianca is a beautiful woirlfriend She’s not even really a friend, if I’ honest

She’s nice and sweet, and we hang out from time to tiood a fit for a temporary fun time or companionship or a distraction from life’s complications

Truthfully, when it cos

No strings attached

No relationships

Just a whole lot of fucking fun I learned thirteen years ago after watching et left at the altar that it’s better that way No soul-crushing hope, no professions of love, no waiting for the one diamond that outshines the rest

Because it doesn’t break my heart to turn Bianca down, and it wouldn’t break my heart if she were the one to walk away