Timing
Timing is everything.
Seriously. If you think I am lying, trying landing a promotion. Or being available for a call that you have been waiting for. Or being available when a visitor happens to want to drop by that you have longed for. Or wanting to whack off really quick before the kids wake up or your other half gets home.
Everything.
It’s everything.
Sometimes you can be minutes behind. Seconds, even. Doesn’t matter.
You have to fucking wait for the alignment of stars.
May happen. May not.
But sometimes the waiting is all you’ve got.
