So.... I like playful banter.... A LOT! In the last year and a half it has definitely become one of my many guilty pleasures, probably in the top three. It's fun, sometimes provocative and never boring. For me, I relate the feeling of good playful banter to when you first start to really like someone and you get the flutters and giddiness. It's one of the best feelings and natural highs in the world. Sometimes I think it's my safe zone because it's a game, seeing how far you can push things without actually going there (er, um, yeah....). Admit it, who wouldn't like to receive a text saying... 'Je tiens à vous mordre'... Hmmm???
Point being, I have slipped, if you indeed want to call it that. A week ago, I was left feeling a little 'eh' after talking to a certain someone and told myself, 'What's the point of continuing on'? Well, simply put, because I like how it makes me feel the majority of the time. This person most likely isn't someone I would call in an emergency, but they've been there, steady and true, for well over a year now. I can't say that about a lot of people, especially when I had my stint abroad both times. Anyways, they're fun and I know they're down for almost anything of any kind, and you know, even though I told myself all of seven days ago that it would stop, I've discovered that I just like it far too much to give it up just yet. Heck, it's not hurting anyone...
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