So… Mona’s birthday was yesterday, and even though we celebrated on Saturday with an amazing date, and even though I texted her “Happy Birthday!” Yesterday morning while she was at work and we texted often all day…
I STILL SHOULD HAVE CALLED HER AT NIGHT TO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ON THE DAY OF HER BIRTHDAY!!!
We spoke today. I was the one who brought it up and acknowledged and just owned up that I should have done it. She said she’d noticed, but Mona didn’t really sound mad though. Who knows?
I mean, she planned a great date for this coming Friday, including some overnight fun time in her office since we want to keep the oxytocin flowing. So either A. Mona’s not mad, or B. she’s tolerating me as she’s using me for sex.
Things could be worse.
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