Emmi. Yes, that Emmi.
I anonymously wished him a happy birthday some days ago and yesterday, I asked him how his birthday was. Turns out I wasn’t as anonymous as I thought because although I’d cleared the profile entirely (and I did this before I wished him happy birthday, not yesterday), he knew it was me. More surprising, he asked for my Skype. He’d said he no longer wanted to talk to me, but shockingly, he never removed me. His Skype reset itself and, apparently, the whole account was deleted.
He’s well, he’s been having a good time, and he’s been getting sex, which I’m very glad to hear. We talked for about three hours last night. He actually remembered how late I tend to go to bed. He’s got better memory than Sunny.
Speaking of Sunny, he is getting on my last nerve with his ego and arrogance. I do enjoy talking to him, but his smugness is getting in the way. He has a lot of things to be proud of and that’s wonderful, but his ego is more fragile than a flower petal. He got offended because I called him clueless, insisting I insulted him in the worst way possible because of his IQ. IQ doesn’t mean everything, and in Sunny’s case, his social skills outside of his work are nearly deplorable.