For Kinkyminx. 🙂
Damn them and all their delicious badness.
Still true today.
My friend Steph called to check in on me – I’ve been reclusive these past few weeks. Mopey with a side of sadness naps. Unlike myself.
“I know you’re having a hard time. You need to dish.” I’m sure Steph expected me to talk about my troubles with my oldest, but I surprised her.
“We haven’t had a chance to really talk-talk in months… and well, it’s a cute boy. A cute boy who dumped me. A lot has happened.”
Now Steph and her husband live a pretty sexually adventurous life as well. Funnily enough she and I met at a business networking event and it wasn’t until a year later, when we went to lunch and shared a bottle of red wine when we discovered we both had these crazy private sex lives. It was such a fun conversation and it deepened our friendship. “It is soooooo good to have someone I can talk to about this!” she said to me.
I filled her in on Sweet boy. Told her about my stupid hope and stupid feelings. She gave me her thoughts, threw some ideas out there for me to mull over. I had to let her go because my kids got home, but it’s a conversation we’ll continue. Before we hung up, she said, “Oh my god, BOYS.” and we laughed. It made me think of this gif from years past.