How to manoeuvre a fuck up
So last week I hurrah’d maybe a bit too fast at my dating prospects. I had a really enjoyable date with a good looking, mature, interesting fellow and I thought we hit it off. I knew what he was looking for, casual relationship, sex, uncomplicated and frankly I’d be totally fine with that.
Except.
Don’t fucking not answer my text I send a day later.
Cause that’s me telling you you’re green lit for the next move. And if you’re too stupid to get the big fucking nod, don’t think I’m gonna flirt with you via messenger so you can get your rocks off.
Boys, take notes for christ’s sake.
