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Booty Call

Last night I got a booty call.

About two and a half years ago I had an unfortunate fling with a tall, handsome, and slightly younger man. I was reeling from my sad encounters with The Bartender and he was still stinging from his own breakup. One thing led to another and then, under the excuse of meeting his new puppy, we attempted to find comfort in each other’s arms. The night came to an abrupt end. He was rude and I pretended not to be hurt. A year later he sent a text message that I ignored. I never expected that I would hear from him again.

Last night I received an e-mail saying hello, informing me that his puppy was all grown up, adding that he owed me dinner. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I confess I was surprised to hear from him and admit to being quite flattered that he still had me on his mind. After a bit of deliberation, I replied that dinner in the coming week would be lovely. He then suggested I see him “tonight.” Since it was 11pm I said no. I then received the following message to which I did not respond:

Short cab - I pay. Air conditioning, cute puppy and comfy bed.
All so good!

He also included his address.

Enough said.

Comments

TheFlyOnTheWall said…
Oh the cad! You were right to ignore his last reply.
richard said…
Good you ignored...he seems quite desperate to say the least!
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