Plate, previously a LTR (1year, mixed-race, feminist) the only reason I care was because of the ltr. When we broke up she been selling me "Love" back and trying to get me to go into her "Lover" frame. Here the convo (over text)

Her: Been thinking about you all day. My heads been hurting all day :D (i bumped her head agents a sharp object)

Me: Haha, small bump.

Her: Big bump actualy. It's really really big and sore. Ive git battlescars now :P How's you?

Me: Sexy

Her: Do tell

Me: %====D ~

Her: You had sex?

Me: Yes

Me: Like 30 times.

Her: Cool.

Her: Goodnight.

Me: lol, Come over tomorow after college after school, I have something I wana show you!!

Her: Unfortuanly I can't. Saturday maybe.

Me: k

Her: Don't k me, Please. I can't, you've cancelled before or arrangement haven't suited. I've never "k"-ed you.

Me: K :D

Her: Bob. I'm not happy.

Me: Betty. Have some chocolate.

Her: Why would you say that Bob? Knowing it would upset me ?

Me: Coz your cute when your angry :)

Her: Im not not cute, i'm not angry, im just somewhere between upset and hormonal. And if you have a fuck, I don't want to know about it. I don't like how I feel about that. Bob I care too much to deal with that now. I don't want to get hurt more then I will be.

Me: lol

Her: Yes it's absolutely fucking hilarious that I care Bob. Fuck this.

Me: Ill see you tomorrow bea :)