Additionally, since I have a kid, it was the easiest way for me to communicate. I was baking with my daughter and was sexting, "if you were a cake, you'd be made out of sexy ingredients, like red hot ones that make me sizzle. I want your ingredients in mine. If we were a cake, we'd be a pound cake. Get it?" That's sensual multitasking!
Needless to say, I had this guy wrapped around my sexy, texting finger all while conducting my day as usual. My selfie skills were off the hook. I'm great at taking headless pictures of myself. Sometimes, I think I'm better without my head. The sext was great and we even had good texting conversations. There was a constant flow of texts back and forth. And then one day, he stopped texting me back.
My phone was silent. I noticed my daughter again. She'd grown so much. She was talking now. It was spring.