The universe is looking out for me. I know it.
I had a thought. Just a little thought.
A thought about a boy.
I thought โI wonderโฆโ
I was going over memories you see, and he comes up often. Big strong hands, rock hard cock, funny and simple and kind.
Rumi was reliable and itโs been years since weโve connected. And I was just curious for a moment, just a flash.
I donโt really want another person in my life though, itโs not that Iโm looking. And Iโm definitely not interested in a relationship with a man. Itโs just that I wasโฆ daydreaming. There was perhaps a pause, maybe a โwhat ifโฆโ
So I googled him.
Good god.
My eyes widened as I scrolled through to understand exactly how the universe spared me.
There he was, Rumi himself, in the news as a spokesperson for one of those dumb as fuck trucker convoys.
I
was
stunned.
Interview after interview, clownery spewing from his mouth, big dumb handsome face.
How did this happen?
I dig deeper, his charm, his buffoonery, his ill-informed politics. I laughed out loud when I read the journalistsโ thinly-veiled dig about how he drove a Toyota RAV4, and wasnโt even a trucker at all.
My jaw is dropped when I get to the photos of his arrest and video-call-trial. Itโs ridiculous!
He calls himself a freedom fighter.
What a fool.
I tweet about it in my shock, send the photos to some of our girl gang who remember him. โWho would have seen that coming?โ
I scroll through articles, forget about the text Iโd been crafting in my mind, laugh at the universe for giving me the heads up I needed to avoid this wayward man. A near-miss and a close call.
I thank my lucky stars.
(This naked butt selfie has nothing to do with this ramble, I just thought youโd appreciate it.)
Emily Stewart
2022-05-04 05:00:23 +0000 UTCSunset Ridge
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