So, my ex has been texting me. The ex who helped me with the badger. The ex who was the first person to really, really tie me up.

And I know him well enough to know by the tone of his texts that he may be looking for uh, you know, something. They’re not sketchy or sexual, but they don’t need to be with him.

And my inner moron is somehow convinced that might work. Because my friend texted me the other day to say she ran into him and he looked “damn good”. And I know he’s single, blah blah.

The immature, needy, hedonistic part of me is thinking there’s nobody else in this one-pony town, he knows what I’m into and what I like, and guys I’m just plain horny, okay? Really. I’m just horny.

But, then the grown up, mature, logical me is thinking:

Seriously. Before I do something stupid.