I was expecting no activity until tomorrow, but apparently, ExBFname likes to talk on the phone. Ugh. I was just about to jump into the shower and was running late, so the timing wasn't impeccable. I did indulge him for a few, however.
ExBFname had a long trek home from work and thought that I could entertain him during his commute. Here's how I feel about this. Unless you and I seamlessly banter back and forth with explosions of laughter and an occasional, "No she/he didn't," then I just don't have the energy for it. But I did it nonetheless.
He seems like a very nice man. But you guys, I cannot shake his voice. It reminds me of the Christian dad in The Simpsons. The "okely dokely" guy. It almost feels like a joke. The voice is obnoxiously too vanilla. Like a perfect American apple pie, Beaver Cleaver guy who probably chops up women in his basement and is constructing a human skin bodysuit as we speak. Oh God. I've just scared myself.
At this moment, I'd like everyone to know, should I go missing, all of these dude's information can be accessed on my iPad.