I woke up this morning to a message from a long, long, ex boyfriend telling me he can't stop thinking about fucking me.
I have seen him ONCE in 10 years a month ago, to ask him to let someone my late boyfriend had once been best friends with, who I no longer had contact details for, that my boygriend had suddenly and unexpectedly died.
Who the fuck does that? And at 6 am! People are bisarre.