it's been a while since i shared what's going in the game called my social life: nothing.
the bench is empty, the players on the field are about to get traded.
B3 (who lasted until right before italy) is about to find out that i really wasn't kidding when i warned him about my intimacy issues - if only he'd answer his email.
B- (!!!), referencing a hot and naughty message i sent him LAST YEAR, sent me a message right before i boarded the plane to italy asking how i was; when i returned, i told him that particular boat of dysfunction had sailed. i kept it friendly! (yes, i have processed this with Dr. C- . with the help of a few friends, i have resisted the siren call of do-over sex with a person who makes my homicidal rage peak.)
and that's about it. sure, there are possibilities (Dr. Cop; Old Irish; NatureDude) but, for all intents and purposes, Ding's dancing card is blank.
i'm fine with it. really.
actually, i'm not, but whatever.
just for snarky, horrifying fun: crap email from a dude - Jezebel via Siddity (on my blogroll, silly.)