I DON'T GET IT.
I wasn't born on Friday the 13th. I do not own a black cat. I've never broken a mirror. And I haven't even seen a ladder in 3 years.
Yet, somehow I manage to get myself in the stupidest, UNLUCKIEST situations. And a Monday after a relaxing 4th of July weekend was no exception.
It's a classic situation, which I am sure most of us have experienced. Texting the wrong person. But I upped my game. It was a text about him. Mm. Still not enough . The recipient in error:
The guy I STILL have a thing for.