i have a lot of straight wolf friends.
some of them are fine as hell.
i don’t actively try to seduce straight wolves.
if i did,
my sex life might be a lot more poppin’.
so would my health insurance.
i’m very shy and i’m terrified of rejection.
there is always that one “straight” wolf i meet that would latch onto me.
i always meet one of them before an actual “gay/bi” wolf.
ive been told i’m a little intimidating.
i don’t know.
either way i’m over that scene.
i was talking to my cousin hyrbid about the “work wolf” chronicles.
even tho he isn’t close,
talking to him usually brings me so much peace.
he is the only one in this life,
next to the foxhole,
i actively communicate with.
he stopped dating colored and moved onto snow hybrids.
well i was asking him an easier way to get over all of this.
well this is what he told me via whatsapp…
i didn’t think of that.
so he delved further:
i mean even tho it sucks a fat donkey dick,
there is nothing wrong with a friendship.
i can’t cut someone off because i’m feeling a certain way.
thats not fair and would come off weird.
work wolf didn’t do anything to me.
my feelings did something to me.
they need to be checked ASAP.
i could destroy a potential friendship over my own fuck shit.
lowkey: he texted me last night.
i wasn’t gonna answer,
but i said why not?
he wanted to thank me for all the help.
“shut the fuck up with that mushy shit”
i told him have a good weekend and enjoy his upcoming date.