What do you think? Is there any way to recall that stupid ass drunken text I sent Unionguy last night? Please, science? Help me turn back time. Just a little.
Why do I think I’m so damn cute? I sent that unsent text I posted last night. There was nothing over the top wrong with it but still… if I could turn back time, I would. Unnecessary. Lesson learned yet, me?
Update 5/29: he sent a message about something else the next day and said he received the note and was flattered… I told him I didn’t say it to flatter him, I said it to tell him off! That’s the last even almost flirty exchange between us. I like how it’s just fading without any big hoo-haw.