N-affair-ious

Now this ghetto bitch is here to weigh in on a post-love situation: so po-lo it hurts. Real bad. It’s not so much that she didn’t listen but that an agitated state dulled her senses with its’ deafening roar. For days she replayed the Halloween madness: Coco’s ass hanging out of some frilly pink panties sold by a tattooed priest. A doppelganger and a yo boy. The strange thing for Coco was not so much the events that went down through night and on in to day and early evening. Not so much those as the presence of a boy who she barely knew wandering around her house and generally falling in to the role of boyfriend number 2. Watching it all unfold, listening to suggestions of the communal living arrangement that would leave her pulled 3 distinct and different ways (some of them highly pleasurable). Coco started to think that perhaps a 2 boyfriend model might work though never under the same roof. But she’s aged about 6 months for every day that has gone by since then. She has moved quickly through dysfunctional social models to a model of solitary confinement involving a pile of books and maybe a camera. This boy stuff is so damned distracting. As though she’d fallen down the rabbit hole she was determined to watch where she was going in the future. BUT he leaves her just so damned breathless…. Is it a n-affair if all you do is text each other? Is there harm in this? Isn't this some arbitrary conceptual communication-space? What are the boundaries? Does it “depend”? Is it wrong to meet under trees and make new wear patterns with your shifting feet as they tippie toe? Just as long as you don’t lie down says Violet. Be sure to buckle up if you do.