Two minutes after his orgasm he was negotiating terms.
Tex: So, where do we go from here?
Me: (raises eyebrows, shakes head) What do you mean?
Tex: I’m going to take down my dating profile.
Me: Why don’t we give it six months and see how things go?
Tex: SIX MONTHS?!?!? Anything could happen in six months!
Me: That’s rather my point.
Tex: I mean, when you get to our age we know what we like.
Me: You’re the third guy I’ve been with in the last year or so who has wanted exclusivity right away. What’s up with that?
Tex: Well, you know how us guys are.
Me: What, like the Man Law commercial? “You poke it you own it?”
He had walked into the bathroom and probably didn’t hear me. I pulled my clothes back on. It was late afternoon, too late to spend the day in Atlantic City, and my brain was so fried from the early morning’s events that I didn’t feel up to a road trip in any case. The local clubs wouldn’t get interesting until at least 10pm, and it wasn’t even dinner time yet. What was I going to do with this man for the rest of the afternoon?
He walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. “I want to take you shopping and buy you something!” he explained, almost proudly.
Fair enough.
3 responses so far ↓
Cheryl // October 2, 2006 at 2:24 am
Oh, you’re evil, making us wait to hear what you got.
I love it!
Cheers!
Gustaf // October 2, 2006 at 6:42 am
Hope you bought yourself another lovely fur coat!
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