And now for something completely different—
Below are text messages I have actually received from a gentleman I sometimes deign to spend somewhat intimate time with. Fair warning: the content of the messages will make you gag. Before you judge me, know that said companion has a very toned, tall, dare I say exquisite physique. Still, I put the question to you Delino readers—
With texts like these, can I ever see this guy again?
"For i was reared in the great city, pent mid cloisters dim, and saw naught lovely but the sky and stars. Coleridge..."
"I'm walking in phoebus apollo's rays, listening to mozart. How wondrous it is to be alive."
"Pardon the sentiment, but you are truly a bright light" (Well, that was actually really nice, I feel kind of bad putting it up here, whatevs though)
"Oh, gems who marvel at the ore..."
I didn't really get that last one either. Shit is crazy. What's a girl to do?