And then I get playful.

Today I was conversing with my friend when he mentioned his roommate, for lack of better term, hooked up with someone I've had history with for the past year or so.
Roommate was paranoid about me finding out and goin' part-time gangsta on him and hurting him.
My friend insists to him I wouldn't care.
Cuz I don't and I've moved on.
Personally, I would've just given him advice.
"Walk away."
Plus, I could already figure out something was happening between the two.
Reading people, perks of being a twice retired bartender/former actor.

So my playful side kicked in an' I decided to text his roommate.
"WTF?! I AM GOING TO CHOP OFF YOUR BALLS AND BAKE CUPCAKES WITH THEM."
Followed immediately by:
"Just kidding. Real talk, just try not to invest too much. Or you can spend a year or so in relationship purgatory like I did. Woman has no idea what she wants."

I tend to joke around a lot.
I figure a text message from myself in all caps with the words "balls" "bake" and "cupcakes" wouldn't be taken seriously from the people that know me.

25mins later he responds.
"Dude! You scared the fucking shit out of me..."

I laughed.
Loudly.
For a long time.
It's been awhile since I laughed so hard on Valentines/Roadside Vendors Appreciation/Singles Awareness Day.

Afterwards...
Good sushi.
Good friends.
Good drinks.
Good times at my secondary home/favorite bar.

Hope your day's treated you well.