My brain is annoying as fuck

The way my brain works is really annoying to me sometimes. It will spin on a thought and refuse to let it go, and I will spend way too much time and energy talking to myself about it, going round and round in circles. When the sex-voiced Texan cut off communication, there was a niggling fear that ‘something’ […]

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Et tu, sex-voiced Texan?

I’ve been avoiding writing about this, not because it didn’t turn out the way I wanted (spoiler alert: it didn’t), but because I was hoping for it to end well and I wanted to allow enough time for that to happen (then more time, then a bit more…). By ‘ending well’, I don’t mean ‘the way I wanted’, […]

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Remote connections

The sex-voiced Texan is contemplating his options. “I like you a ridiculous amount,” he says to me while he is deciding whether to turn away from this or not. Whatever ‘this’ is exactly. He has made some decisions that leave an impending visit far enough away for it to become something vague and untouchable. In light of that, […]

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He’s beautiful

“Do you believe me when I tell you you’re beautiful?” He pauses. Shrugs. Is uncomfortable. “I believe that you mean it when you say it…” he says finally. I nod. I mean it. Of course. I don’t say things I don’t mean. I don’t think anyone has ever told him that he’s beautiful before. It’s not how most women relate to men. […]

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He makes me laugh

“Sharyn, you know I would NEVER tell you you’re wrong…” he pauses, tilts his head and gives me the biggest smile, a mega-watt light-up-the-world kind of smile. “But…” *click* I take a screenshot. Then he goes on to tell me how and why I’m wrong *laugh*. “That’s my ‘get out of trouble’ smile,” he tells me later. It’s become a joke with us now. “Sharyn, […]

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