I run into a chick I know peripherally, mostly through a friend: she’s a high 6, about 30, not bad but a little outside my ideal hotness window, and we talk about our mutual friend and how he’s moved, though he gave her all of his mushrooms. I ask how that’s going and she tells me she’d taken what she meant to be a microdose, but it was apparently more, and had an emotional experience last weekend. Does she want to say more about that? Not too much, but she says she cried because the guy she’s been seeing “isn’t paying enough attention to me.”
Did I smirk, laugh, or nod sagely? Not sure, can’t recall, but the narcissistic flashed me back to Attention is the only tool modern men have. Her guy sounds like he’s handling her well, making her fanny flutter, cause she’s thinking of him, and not yet bored with him.
Cause I’m a dog at heart I got her number, uselessly, but, like I say, fire & manuever, baby. Next time I run into her I’m going to ask if she’s found a man to pay her enough attention yet.