Quien Será?
Curly comes over to my house for the night. We're going to watch Sex Education on Netflix. It's super late at night but I actually enjoy spending time with him so I don't mind wrecking my sleep schedule for a day. We talk, snack on waffles, and watch the show. Sometime around 3, we kiss for the first time. It is then that we both realize that we're both worn out and incredibly sleepy. He leaves. The thing is, Curly & I have always been friends. He’s never given me the hint that he wants to be more. We have tons of things in common - the love for beer and black coffee being the things I love doing most with him. He's taken me to fancy new coffee places I'd never bother to explore on my own and I love that about our dynamic. Every time we go out for food, we split the bill like sane people. But here’s a sad and disturbing truth I just found. Curly has a nose-picking problem. My brain is squiggling just thinking about it. One moment his forefinger is tuckin...