HIM: I find it fun that you and I are randomly silly with one another. Is that weird?
ME: It’s not weird that you find it fun. It’s weird that we allow it to happen.
HIM: Explain.
ME: Silliness and any form of playing, really, is a very honest, real activities. You learn more about a person in an hour of play than a year of talking. Play and silliness foster intimacy, but they also corrode eroticism and fantasy, so excess is usually avoided…
HIM: Purist.
ME: Does that analysis make me a purist?
HIM: It makes our interactions purist.
ME: All right. Gloat.
HIM: I’m not gloating, I’m basking. There’s a difference.
ME: You can’t see me, but I just rolled my eyes.
HIM: You like it.
ME: And you like me. Anyway, I’m going to pack. Text me if you miss me.
Less than a minute later, a text from him. “Compliance,” it says simply. I roll my eyes and throw my phone lightly on my bed before turning to my closet.
