When I wake, the onion layers have moved back into place. I am lonely again. You are gone. The last remnant of your involvement in my life can only be found in my bed, and in the few items that you have left behind to pick up at some yet undesignated date.
It may sound weird to think about buying your boyfriend a sex toy, but why? Most of us have a vibrator or some other toy, so shouldn’t your guy have something as well?
Just the other night, a woman was attacked, and no one seems to care.
You never know who has a powerful uncle who can deliver the elderly vote, or whatever the equivalent is in your field. The person who can help you get that job might be the person you least expect.
But in time, your best behaviors will fade and you’ll revert back to your natural state.