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My tweet got attention from the wrong side of Twitter.

I locked my account.

It’s selective, and there is no telling unless you approach me directly about it.

Woah, woah, wait. We didn’t agree on a secret handshake yet.

To form a friendship, I’d have to know who you are.

I’m temporarily thinking what term suits me better. I don’t catch interest easily, let alone feelings, and don’t care about romantic dating. It’s too much trouble. I am, unfortunately, a sucker for romantic gestures and going on dates. The thrill is great, everything else is disappointing.

Hello, this would lead into a far more interesting convo in dms.

That is me.

I’m here a month later, so.

I don’t know if I should call you brave or foolish, or if your transgression is a reflection on my excessive leniency with you. I’ve found the hidden token, but your camera didn’t survive. I’m sure any recording device will meet a similar fate in that room, we don’t want that, do we?

Thankfully, I don’t. Did you see the dating pool lately? Disappointing.

“Better” who lied to you?

Romance is dead.

These fingers are empty, wedding band free, is the dementia kicking in for all of you?