I wrote this as a reply to someone’s request on /r/dirtypenpals. She didn’t reply and deleted her post, but I had fun writing about it and feel it’d be a shame not to share it…
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It’s a quiet Friday night; your previous plans for the evening fell through. You’re sitting alone in your room and you can hear the muffled sound of your parents’ TV coming from downstairs. Your phone buzzes – it’s a text from me.
It’s not the first time I’ve texted you, but usually it’s to get in contact with my son when he’s with you (he never checks his phone). But tonight your BF is in another state, so why am I messaging you now?
We chat for a bit, and it turns out we’re both bored this week with my family’s absence. I ask you about my son, checking in to make sure my son is being a gentleman.
“I hope he’s not being too pushy with you,” I text. “Boys his age can be… demanding.”
No, you say, he’s not like that at all.
“Well now it sounds like you’re complaining!” I joke back. You’re alone in your room looking at your phone, but you blush.