DJ, my heroine in All Those Miles I Walked, is a woman I like and understand. And now that she’s with Scott, we share a common trouble: the Anxious Man.
Let me tell you a bit about him.
The anxious man is a highly intelligent, self-made, strong man who needs reassurances on your well-being whenever he decides to check on you, with no regard whatsoever for what you might be doing. He’ll text or call you, and you have from 5 to 20 seconds to reply. Problem is, maybe you can’t because you’re, I don’t know, using the restroom or cleaning the ceiling with a long-handled brush. After an average of 10 minutes from the first text (and at that point you’ll have 150 texts and at least 300 calls) (yes, the Anxious Man can defy time and squeeze all those messages and calls in just few minutes) the…
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