I'm the Only One

Mason fucking Motta. You haven’t changed a bit.

Now why would I do that? 

Would it be stereotypical of me to expect for some random British guy to start offering me tea to get me in bed? There has to be at least one asshole English dude around here, right? There has to be that guy.

Fucking Mason. How are you mate?

Amazing as always. How are you doing? 

Your distracting shirtless form for one. 

You know I get that a lot from the ladies.

Er…Hi. 

What’s up, man? 

Instagram? Surprised you can fit your big head on the screen.

It’s not my head that’s too big for the screen.

He gets it. Dirty minds think a like. 

Good. 

A lot prettier then one. 

Are you a Gremlin then? Most attractive Gremlin I’ve ever seen. 

We can call it that.

My day has so far consisted of being woken up at 4 AM because my husband turns the sound up too loud on his alarm, getting stuck in traffic, which made me late for my first day at my internship, getting sworn at in Russian because I called some lady out for cutting in front of me, and nearly getting plowed down by some old lady with a fake tree in a box at a grocery store. 

Damn you’re still married? 

Hmm. I can’t say that I necessarily disagree. Though I’m afraid that might feed your ego more.

Just don’t feed it past midnight. It may never go down easy. 

You know, I don’t really doubt that. 

My mom says it the eyes/ 

Uh-huh. You get a pass this time. 

That’s gotta be my fifth one for that day. 

Uh-huh. You get a pass this time. 

Those seem to come easy for me still. 

Oh Mason you haven’t changed one bit.

Why change? I love who I am. 

Oh that would be brought up. 

I was just asking.