Despertar

n is for naughty

I feel incredibly blocked, writing-wise. I don't know why.

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I can't talk dirty on the phone, I've discovered. I just feel stupid doing it.

It's so dumb. I spend the whole day (well, not literally the whole day, but all the little pockets of unspoken-for mind-time) thinking about what I'm going to say the next time I call Justin, how much I miss him and the One Position Upon Which I Am Going to Insist when we reunite, and then, when I actually hear his voice, I turn totally prudish and professional. It's absurd.

I think, I am pretty sure he would meet me halfway if I could ever work up the nerve to say something sexy, "I miss your body" or something like that, something simple and trite, but I just can't do it. It just sounds so, ridiculously, dumb. And I can't. We sound like two lawyers negotiating a contract.