You know what I missed? Talking to dudes I’m into online and having that heart-beating-out-of-the-chest feeling while waiting for them to respond.
Next time you’re involved in a telephonic sexual escapade (i.e. sexting), and your partner is close to orgasm, send hir a picture of Kramer from Seinfeld. Either zie loses hir arousal, or zie will cum to Kramer. Either way, it’s funny.
It’s called Kramering and it’s okay because Michael Richards is a dick.
I don’t understand why people yell. Like, I cannot think of a single situation where any party benefits from yelling. In fact, I cannot think of a single situation that is NOT improved by talking it out like a fucking grown-up.
I ship it.
Just fyi, Boyfriend and I broke up. I’m fine, though. It was a mutual choice, and we’re still friends.