Stix

So lets talk about Stix.

When we first dated he was like a dog in heat and I was a chick with an eating disorder who had an out of body experience anytime anyone tried to touch me. It happens.

What I'm saying is I couldn't appreciate him the first time around, and now I want him bad bad bad. Technically, I've had him. 3 or 4 times. And every morning after I wake up with a hookup hangover-- I stay in bed way past my alarm 'cause I'm busy daydreaming, I forget to eat breakfast and by lunch all I can think about is "If I pass out in the copy room, they'll totally let me go home. Then I can text Stix and we can get hot and heavy all afternoon."

Except, unlike that awesome TLC song from my junior high days, I am WAY too proud to beg. Hell, I'm too proud to hint. So I suggest in some ridiculous roundabout way and get left hanging.

I used to think this was just a post-breakup slut-spree, but I think I might actually have feelings for him.

Don't judge me, I was abstinent for an entire quarter of my life, you well-adjusted assholes.