As expected, I haven’t heard a peep from Sexter. Which is fine, because as soon as I energetically blocked him, other guys started being nice and interested in me—or rather, I started noticing/appreciating that they had been all along? With Sexter out of the picture, I suppose I’ll now have fewer fraught thoughts to share, but I will still do my best to rustle up some emotional epiphanies for y’all. Perhaps I should publicly examine the many ways in which my parents’ divorce at my impressionable age of 15 has hampered my ability to trust men and believe that love can last??
(BTW I’m writing this from a middle seat on my flight to NYC and I can only assume my seatmates are surreptitiously reading as I write. I do hope they enjoy.)