To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair

After my new man cycled himself to the train station this morning, me drinking coffee on the back of the bike, he said that he enjoyed being with me. I kind of liked that, cause I thought the same about him. Yesterday evening I picked him up. We hung out, drank beer, watched Death Proof, had sex and then dozed off. I was planning on going bowling with him.. you see, I think bowling, drinking tepid beer and eating deep-fry is the best second date you can have. But unfortunately my lack of money made us stay in. ..but it was all good.

When I returned at my place around 10:00 (the man had to work) I called a friend to tell him about my new next best thing. While waiting for him to answer I pored myself a cup of coffee and lighted a cigarette. I heard the beep of his voicemail so I decided to gave him a little preview about what was going on in the bedroom the other night. (the way I put it he had to call me back in 10 minutes out off curiosity).

10 minutes later my phone rang, it was my mother. She told me that she always loves hearing from me but that she didn’t need to know about what was going on in her sons bedroom.

Shoot me!



Missy Elliott - Can't Stop (produced by Rich Harrisson)