First came the sext messages from the new guy. Always a fun and welcomed way to begin the day. But then, like a bull in a china shop, Facebook crashed the party with a message of its own.
Appropriate response, yes? My best friend would be the first to point out that "when the past calls send it to voicemail. It has nothing new to say." Sound advice. But what about when it Facebook's you?
Long and the short of it: what's apparent to me is that I continue to elicit the same lascivity from most men who interact with me. And I have an obvious affinity for sex toys. Not for nothin', at least I'm consistent.
Maybe now is a good time to contemplate some new resolutions.