Notes section in their contact on your phone is your CRM. Where did you meet, what did they wear last, dog/cat names, birthday, parents names, current employer, address, social media handles etc. They don’t matter enough to actually remember but doing this makes it seem like you care.
@DrewVento Buying a donk. Naming it Cutlet Supreme. Going donk racing. Become famous donk influencer. Die via temu switch fire at local gas station (donks are thirsty). Death warrants funeral shirt. Achievement unlocked.
What’s that you say? Something untrue I have to vet over the phones. Oh great joy of life. The rain of lies continues. Let us not get washed away in the impending mudslide of doubt.
The phone vibrates and is cradled like a sacred token of desire. The screen illuminates her root beer eyes. The noise of the restaurant whirs in the background. This continues off and on for roughly 15 minutes. Drinks are ordered. She’s staring into the vibrating black box. I excuse myself to use the little boys room and slip out the back door to my truck. An hour later she texts me asking where I went. I’m eating Wendy’s on my couch (it was late) with the dog. I don’t reply.