The Story of the Orchid

So if you read the last round of quotes that I did of the crazy things my friends say, you read about the guy who sent me the text: Kiss. You pick which lips.  I thought it was a little gross. I’m not the chick that goes for messages like that, especially from a guy I’m not dealing with. I’m more of a “hey, just thinking about you” or “have a wonderful day” kinda girl (cue TLA). I was a little offended that a guy would come at me so blatantly sexual. But when I read the message to a couple of my girls, they thought the sentiment was sexy. So maybe it’s just me. I've been called a prude plenty of times.

That text was the third one he’d sent, and each one was becoming increasingly more sexual. Others might not find it too much. I did. And I didn't want it to go further. I remember talking to a bunch of guys about what women need to know most about men, and many said that men don’t know it all. They act like they do, of course. But generally when a man effs up, it’s not with the intent to do so. Sometimes you just got to tell them what they did or are doing wrong. So I wrote back to him, letting him know that the text were stepping on the line circling my comfort zone.

He wrote back apologizing profusely. The next time I saw him, he apologized again. He seemed genuinely sorry. And from then on, anytime he texted me, it was along the lines of “hey, D. What’s good?”

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