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Close Call 💫

Added 2022-05-03 17:31:47 +0000 UTC

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 “I wonder…”

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 it’s been years since we’ve connected. And I was just curious for a moment, just a flash.

I don’t really want another person in my life though, it’s not that I’m looking. And I’m definitely not interested in a relationship with a man. It’s just that I was… daydreaming. There was perhaps a pause, maybe a “what if…”

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.

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 journalists’ thinly-veiled dig about how he drove a Toyota RAV4, and wasn’t even a trucker at all.

My jaw is dropped when I get to the photos of his arrest and video-call-trial. It’s 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. “Who would have seen that coming?”

I scroll through articles, forget about the text I’d 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 you’d appreciate it.)