A little. Most people don’t text strangers deep questions at midnight. Also, you broke Rule #2.
Guilty. But I gave you fair warning…I’ve always had a thing for breaking rules… especially when they come with consequences. Should I be expecting punishment? Do I get to pick it?
Keep talking like that and I’m adding a Rule #7: No flirting with your therapist.
Too late. You should’ve led with that one.
Back to your question, Carl.
Hate is pretty harsh.
So no enemies? No one’s labeled you something you’re not?
My fingers pause over the screen. Yeah. There is. A few.
People see what they want to see.
And what do they see when they look at you?
Depends who you ask.
What if I asked you?
That’s a deep, personal question. And you’ve already used your one.
Rule #2. No deep questions after midnight. Got it.
Break it and I block you.
Ruthless.
Don’t test me.
So what happens when people do you wrong?
Ignore them. Or make them regret it. I’m flexible.
Ah, revenge. The professional’s therapy.
With better outfits.
Sounds like you’ve mastered it.
PhDin proving people wrong.
There’s a pause. Longer this time.
How long should someone wait… before moving on?
Oh.Oh.
You are all over the board tonight, Carl. Are you like…asking me out?
Carl:
Emoji two.
You’re skating close to the edge. First, you emotionally manipulate me with fry discourse, now this.
