PuppyWithATutu Tue May 28, 2013 8:42 am
"It's been a freaking month," Val scolds me from the other end of the phone. "You're telling me you never called the hottie at the bar who was all about giving you his digits?"
I groan. "He seemed creepy. He kept looking at me."
"Uh, hello, it's what people do. They look. You're hot, he's got eyes. He looks!"
Okay, she has me there. I'm out of excuses. "Well, I washed his number in the laundry and it's too faded to read now. Shame."
"Yeah, and what about Mr. Sex On a Stick?" she challenges me. "I bet my left tit you've still got his number."
She has me there, too. "That's different. He's a no-strings date. Bar Guy required dates and effort and relationship stuff."
"Bar Guy doesn't require one grand for a few hours of his time, you demented sleaze. And I guarantee you he'd let you fuck him free of charge."
"Would you stop that?" I shriek. "I'll go to your housewarming. I'm doing this as your friend. But I don't have the time, nor do I have the energy to go looking for a guy to drag along."
"It's date only," Val reminds me, her voice a fake saccharine sweet. "I didn't make the rules."
"Yes, you did!"
"All right, I did. Call your hot sex robot and have him come. And then, literally, sure. Have him come. You both could use it."
Before I can argue, she hangs up, leaving me fuming on the other end. Manipulative little...
Resigning myself to defeat, I scroll through my contacts until I reach Christian's -Casey's- number. I hit Send.
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