At some point during the high Spears era; somewhere between “Toxic” and it’s Britney, bitch, a good Judy introduced me to a term that I use to this very day.
At the time, I had been trying to accept the reality of a recently failed relationship - that reality being, it was less of a coupling and more of a one-sided situation-ship. I had began the phase of false acceptance, where I managed to fool myself and almost everyone around me that I was finally past the sweet nothings he whispered to me in the bedroom. My friend, however, knew better.
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During a casual hangout, I let it slip that I had bumped into my former dude out of the blue (that was a lie. I went out of my way to bump into him that particular day). I then breached the possibility of reaching out to them.
“It would be nice to talk to him,” I stated. “And I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving me a lil’ sum’n-sum’n’’.”