So I did meet Mr. Big. The night was interesting.
I'm not going to lie...I was scared to death. As I was going to meet him, I was shaking, nauseous, trying not to break down.
I wanted to be strong. I wanted to have a civil conversation with him and talk to him about what needed to be talked about and come to a conclusion at the end of it all.
I actually brought my fur coat that he fantasizes about so often. Maybe to be a jerk, maybe to lighten the mood, I'm not sure. But he did laugh.
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