July 26, 2019
My former BF, Ricky, once got so drunk during our courtship that we spent most of a car ride with his head on my shoulder and his drool on my arm. I knew then that we wouldn't last if we ever got together. It wasn't the drinking or the drool, it was...do you know what it was? I still don't know now, except that I was sure of it then. Anyway, he was consistent. This was why I said yes. Consistency is in my top 10 of commendable qualities. Consistency may as well be called tenacity. I miss Ricky.