I guess the saying is true: when it rains, it pours. Not only do I get a slew of texts from Mr. Brooklyn (remember him?! The 22-year-old baby), but Mr. Tennis also texts wanting to hang out. Brooklyn just wants to fuck despite an abnormal text wishing me a Happy New Year vs. the usual "What's Up?" I haven't thought about him in so long, there's no point in bringing him back anymore. Besides, I should only move up, not down!
As for Mr. Tennis, I'm still remotely interested. And selfishly, I just feel like I need distractions around so I don't think too much of Sporting Goods. So, I respond to his text and we agree on a drink date next week. I don't know what he expects but I don't plan on sleeping with him.
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