Dear Amy--It was wonderful seeing you this morning. Has your nose stopped bleeding yet? I know when those things get started, they can keep going for awhile--it can be hard to see up in there where the cut is. It's never happened to me, of course. I've just seen others have the issue.
Those tattoos covering your arms--not flattering, honey. How long did it take to get those onto your skin? Was it over a long period of time? Like, you started with a butterfly, and just couldn't stop, and before you knew it, it was out of control? One of those scenarios? Or did it all get on one drunken New Years Eve?
Just wondering.
That wet kiss you planted on my mouth when I came outside to face you: not cool. You do realize that the world has changed since 1991, don't you? To start with, kissing someone on the mouth can give someone Covid. Granted, we were about to catfight, which can probably spread it, too. But my partner didn't appreciate hearing, when she came back from her run, that your gross tongue had been in my mouth. Candidly, I would have rather you sucker-punched me than kiss me. And if you did it hoping to "disarm" me emotionally or whatever, trust me, it did the opposite. There's never been any sexual between us, Amy; certainly not on my end.
If you've ever been attracted to me, it was not reciprocated. You're not my type, sweetie. I'm not at all drawn to large chests. I DO like what women like us who are generously endowed can do from a fashion perspective--the different types of tops we can wear that complement and show off our busts. But I've never considered boobs to be terribly erotic in the bedroom--mine, or my partners. No, me--I've always been drawn to hair--thick, straight, and all colors--blonde, jet black, auburn. My current partner switches hers up from time to time to keep me interested. I love when she's on top of me and it falls into my face. The smell, the feel. You hair? It's just this bland dirty blonde hair. I mean, you obviously color it--are you all grey at this point, or mostly? I couldn't tell. But nothing sexy about it. Just like there wasn't in 1991. To men...OR to women.
You're just sort of a Plain Jane, aren't you Amy?
Maybe you knew my blonde hair was SSOO much sexier than yours at first sight. Maybe that's why it was the first part of me when went for once we started fighting. Tou didn't ask to come in--were you intimidated by how nice my house is on the outside--you didn't think you could bear to see the inside? I've not seen your house--I cyberstalked you a little, but didn't go THAT far--but it's all about ZIP Code these days (another change from 1991, right? rich and poor were more intermingled back then), and you're on the wrong side of the tracks, sweetie. I would have fought you inside--less chance of getting interrupted. But outside was fine, too.
Fuck, it hurts getting hair pulled. But it just made me madder, honey. And if yiu thought it would stop me swinging at your face .... well, you sure noticed THAT wasn't the case, right sweetie? I'll give you credit--you didn't flinch once. Didn't give me your back, like a lot of poser bitches immediately do once the fight is on. Isn't that such a let down? When your adrenaline is pumping and then .... the other bitch can't even fight, can't even take a punch? It's sort of why I stopped seeing guys .... they finally get you into bed, and ..... nothing. Although I've hear cheap Viagra has stopped that problem. Is that why you stopped seeing them? The disappointment.
No, with you, I knew I had a fight on my hands. You knew I was trying to get you down on the ground, and you fought like hell to stay on your feet. And to keep facing me.
To be continued....
