The weight of my reality gave way to the fact that I overthink everything and I’m really great at that. And then my catfish was back to his normal by late evening and it was easier to see clearly.
His typing errors made me believe he was just going to ask for a new phone.
Poor thing fell and hurt his phone.
It amazes me that he would seriously wait days until Christmas to try to book a flight. There are movies made about those kinds of shenanigans.
I was thinking he was full of it, but clearly I am too, so I said he was sweet instead.
It would have been vengeance worthy if he had asked me to set my kids up for his fall too. Seriously, who does this kind of thing?
At this point there was genuine suspense. Was he going to try to show up? Was this part of his game?
What was the laugh? Was it that I wanted to analyze what he said? Was it about the fact that I could find a way to relate to his lies?
And there goes that phone again. Maybe he should do something about it.