So since my ex decided to ring me up one day, after three months of not talking to each other, we have been having a text relationship. Along the lines of "How was your day? I made tea, then visited my mother. You?"
And he'd say, "Hi, I ate noodles and then watched a movie. What you up to this weekend?" And so it would go. I was NOT going to ask him to meet me for a drink first under all costs. This texting relationship has gone on for 3 weeks.
I texted him yesterday about Emily's story on the tube: "The most hectic thing happened to Sarah in London on the tube. It's about dead people. Must tell you sometime."
He called me a sensationalist journalist then said we must meet on Wednesday for drinks at the Jolly Roger. Fuuuuuccccck. OK. This is going to be hectic.
I will not have sex with him. I will refrain from even touching his gorgeous, golden skin. Maybe I won't even look at him. I'll call him 'bro' and 'mate' alot to keep the amicable FRIEND-ful vibe.
This is going to be fucking hard. Maybe I should invest ina chastity belt.