Getting coffee with a decommissioned #Joyfriend:
Him: Guess what I did?
Me: Got out of crypto.
Him: Ha! No, though, now they're allowing me to withdraw it. No, I got a boat!
Me: You are such a Berkeley middle-aged white dude right now.
Getting coffee with a decommissioned #Joyfriend:
Him: Guess what I did?
Me: Got out of crypto.
Him: Ha! No, though, now they're allowing me to withdraw it. No, I got a boat!
Me: You are such a Berkeley middle-aged white dude right now.
Joyfriend time is always yummy.
I pick through its pockets, playing with all the sharp dangerous toys within them, noting the knives and pointy sticks I want for my own.
We enjoy cocktails -- we are gin and bourbon people. I marvel at the bright moon from Charmaine's rooftop.
We flirt madly -- admiring each other shamelessly. I swoon at how capable they are.
And then I plot how to hurt them on our next date. I giggle. And they smile.