If I haven’t already made it clear, the main reason I’ve been so infatuated with Sexter was our intoxicating banter. (Ironically, I’m realizing that I hate the word ‘banter’ itself. Please bear with me while I try to find better synonyms.) Nothing tickles my fancy more than a guy who is quick and clever enough to hold his own on the other side of the verbal tennis (pickleball?) court, and it’s rare that I meet someone who matches my brain waves. Sure, it can be lonely at the top (fuck humility), but I’ve grown accustomed to my solitude. In fact, I often forget how much this mind stimulation matters to me until I’m struck dumb by someone who can actually do it. The last person to ruin me with this quality was Rotary Boo. This is the song I’d hear playing when I ran into that (and this) fire:
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