I made both inaccurate assumptions and liberating realizations about people, places and things. 

For people: As one suitor left my quarters, another entered. Neither impressed me and I finally decided that I must move away from hope and focus on the reality of my dating/sex life: silly.

For places: I need to get to Italy very very very soon or I will pop!

For things: Magazines are my new obsession along with anything Chuck Klosterman writes, says or does. In addition, I need to stop buying clothes and eye-catching jewelry; everything in Italy will be ten times better, I’m sure.

To remove or obliterate.

I deleted numbers and notions, feelings and the flirtations that bubble-up inside until I can’t help but to bat my lashes and scratch the back of your neck.

You deleted me…

So, I will remove and obliterate anything and everything that my mind and body hold dear and true about you.

I leave for Italy in 29 days. Until then, I will continue to figuratively flick you off by donning my see-through shirts, coral lip stain and sixties-like cleavage.

You silly, silly boy. 

Tonight marks the beginning of the trifecta. The trifecta of sustaining all patience and sanity for the sake of tips. 

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