Confuzzled.

Text from The Ex this evening:

"There's a bit of me that thinks we should have one big night and then call it a day and delete each others numbers from our phones."

Oh, right. So all this time we've been having pleasant conversations about our lives, you've been wishing I'd shut up and/or initiate a bout of text sex? Well isn't that just lovely. You know what, maybe we should do that. Or maybe we should skip the sex and I'll just delete you anyway.