The (sex) life and (kinky) times of a ThirtySomething nymphet in London
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
So long Quiet Boy
called today. For the first time since we met, butterflies weren't making a nuisance in my stomach as I saw his name flash on the screen of my phone.
I'm not sure what the phone call was for - nothing in particular nor a catch up.
It's over, I am finally over him.
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