Dear Sillies,
Alright, alright, I won't be such a tease. Well, I will, but I'll try to not keep you hanging for too long...It's not nice. Guys don't like that. You don't either, and that's why I love ya.
Despite his grammatical challenges, and a significant size differential between us, I liked Huey's genuinely sweet demeanor. So we hung out. Err, he hung out and got me up and down and sideways and backwards and all around. He's strong and flexible that way.
I gotta say, though, I had severe performance anxiety every time. Huey
is a man of girth - you know what I mean? (Psst: It's not Jewish.) I was astounded by the sight. We worked it out, though, and I survived unscathed.
Huey and I took walks and went to shows and stuff too, but you don't care about that. (That's another reason I love you. You cheer when I get some).
A few months into our courtship, I was certain that Huey's funny. I appreciated his sweetness. He's sincere and warmloving too. And Huey's honest. So honest that he told me he doesn't want to hurt me. Thus, to preempt this, Huey told me that we should have an open relationship.
"I don't feel like you're the one, and I'm not breaking up with you, but if you're open to dating other people...?"
I thought about it. No, I didn't really think about it. "No. That won't work for me, Huey." Damn tears.
Huey and I are still friendly and cordial. I was hurt and sad, of course. But there was no malice. That's relieving.
And honestly, between you and me, my Sillies, it's a relief to not feel the pressures of having so much to take in. You know?
