DD has been a bit huffy since I wrote that blog about our text life tapering off.
He insists we’re still at it like rabbits.
You’d think I’d sledged his manhood or something.
Last night at 10pm I got a message informing me we’d texted 120 times that day.
See, that’s how seriously he’s taking it – he COUNTED them all.
He also demanded I write a blog retraction informing my readers that I’d exaggerated the lack of texts.
And then he started sending me texts as single words to up the day’s tally.
The next one said:
Bring. It. On.
Or at least do a guest blog.
DD is a great writer. It would be fun … I think … He CAN be a bit naughty.
For example, he’s keen to meet my ex and revel in the awkwardness.
When I compared our current level of texting to when we first met, DD replied “Well that was crazy.”
Yes, it was pretty cray-cray, but it was bulk fun.
More messages flew in the dark, with him noting “texts now over 200.”
And then we finally said goodnight and went to sleep in our separate beds, 40 minutes apart.
Song of the day: Spandau Ballet “True”