2019-10-28 - Everything Else is Confusing, But We Can All Agree That Fish Tacos Are an Abomination

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Vik asked me out. What do I do.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : You say yes.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Men are fragile though, so say yes carefully.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Okay, I did that.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Where is he taking you on this "out"?

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : I don't know, dinner somewhere. He's paying and I said I'd wear something nice. And then he says I always do that. And then I changed the subject to paint pigments.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Stop changing the subject when he's complimenting you. What are you wearing?

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Not right now, but when you go on the date.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Shit I do that every time. All my clothes are summer clothes. Skinny jeans, bikini tops, what I wear to work.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Do you want/need something fancy?

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Could I borrow something cozy and low-cut and tight?

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Yes. On one condition.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : What's that?

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Might need somewhere to crash until I can find new digs. Might. Dylan is pissed at me. Or he's madly in love with me and unhappy?

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Uh. Yeah, anytime you need it, my door's open. I'll get you a copy of my key. Strong feelings are an adjustment, right? He'll come around.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : I told him that I don't think I'm wired for monogamy. I was honest and now he's twisted up.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : He wrote me this long letter trying to explain it, but nowhere in that letter can I understand why he's upset.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : He'll have to adjust to that. Might take him some time to realize it's not about him being inadequate.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : It's not, because I adore him. I feel like shit though. I thought honesty was supposed to feel good.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : So what color dress, I have a few that fit the bill.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Honest is better in the longer term. If he's gonna last, he has to know, right?

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : You have to be able to trust him with who you really are.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Um... white or grey or black.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : I have a really hot white dress. Long, clings to curves, soft.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : I think he just wants me to himself. I get it. I wish I wasn't fucked up, and could be happy that way.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : I like the sound of that dress.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : You went in on a trial basis, right? He knew you might not be able to do it, right? I mean ... maybe he can make room for that in his life.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : If he can't, then I need a place to crash. It's so hard to look at his puppy dog eyes without wanting to cave to what he wants.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : It's not like I have fuckboys on the side waiting for a taste of snatch.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : https://www.pinterest.com/pin/304274518575844418/ Can wear the shoulders up or down. Super soft and snuggly.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : You got a place here anytime you need. Wow that dress is hot. Perfect.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Bless you. I don't want to leave, but he wasn't going to come home. I made it clear that I stay here because of him, and if he's not here then there isn't a reason for me to be here either.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : It should make Vik drool, or forget how to use words. One or the other.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : You can leave him a note, let him know where you are. He can come home, take his time to think about it. Come over for drinks if he wants.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Yeah this dress is gonna make Vik go nonverbal.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Is that.. what you want? Is he better with his hands when he's nonverbal?

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : I like both. He gives really great advice and he's patient. He stops talking once hands come into play.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : We need to boy gossip. Gdi.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Come over tonight, later, and we'll have some drinks and talk. Unless Dilly comes home, then maybe tomorrow?

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : He's not coming home tonight. I could use a drink. Maybe four drinks.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : I'm gonna grab a shower. I'll put the extra key to my room on top of the front driver tire of my car. Come on in if I'm still in there when you arrive.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Sounds good.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Tacos.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : That one boardwalk place was closing for the night and just gave me a huge bag, cause they know I live at the motel. I ordered 2 and I have 10.

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Can I have tacos?

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Yeah where are ya?

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Moses' room. Drunk. Trying not to snore, but I'll wake the fuck up for tacos.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Seems like a great place to get drunk. 🤣 Didn't quite make it down the row?

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : I was drunk when I got here. Where are my shoes? Come help me find my shoes.

(TXT to Zoiya) Love : Is he passed out too? Or is Moses hungry?

(TXT to Love) Zoiya : He keeps talking about fish. So I'm not sure. He's awake-ish. Giving me relationship advice.

(TXT to Moses Zoiya) Love : I got fish tacos, chicken tacos, and cow tacos. You want tacos?

(TXT to Zoiya Love) Moses : Fish tacos are not TACOS. They are imposter tacos and should be drug into the street and shot.

(TXT to Zoiya Love) Moses : Otherwise, yes please.

(TXT to Moses Zoiya) Love : Good, because I got a bag of tacos and somebody needs eating. Extra salsa too. The burnination hot stuff is my fav. I'll be down as soon as I find my shoes.

(TXT to Moses Love) Zoiya : God yes, tacos.

(TXT to Moses Zoiya) Love : I'll be there before you can say Bloody Mary three times in a mirror.