He’s in an open relationship, he tells me after an hour’s worth of banter- ‘flirty insults that we throw at each other’.
He writes scripts for plays, and musicals. I wrote the script for how we would meet. That’s One for you, and one for me.
I mope, I weep, and then I move on.
What makes us fall prey to the doormat syndrome? What makes us easy prey to be walked all over?
A rag tag bunch of boys who’ve either sworn of love, or believe love has sworn them off.
Planet Romeo. The bane of homosexual existence, but such a necessary evil- It’s like a double edged sword, that.
The only hitch in the plan? There are at least a dozen others who do so at the same time.