On Halloween, Delaware sent me a text. Well, it was technically November 1st since it was 1 am. Who does that, other than drunk college kids? Since then, we've had this odd exchange of text messages. Imagine a conversation stretched out over a period of time. Imagine three weeks. He asks a question. I respond. I ask a question. Wait a week. He responds. Repeat. Why would he do this? Men are usually superficial- what you see is what you get. No deeper levels, no complex reasoning. I'm not knocking them, I'm being honest. I brought up getting together again. He brought up the weather. While it took mild convincing, I get it. Not interested.
So why bother texting me? I'm sure he's not lonely and looking for a friend. The state had a slogan years ago, "You've Got a Friend in Pennsylvania". I doubt he's testing that theory. There's no precedent of booty to think it's a booty call.
So he's messing with me. He didn't seem like the type to play mind games. Now that I think about it, there's probably not a 'type' for that. I'm just surprised because he seemed normal and not manipulative. I'm almost irritated to the point to telling him to f- off. My irrational belief of karma is leading me to take the high road. However the part of my temperament controls my inner GPS might re-calculate the route.
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