Monday, June 23, 2008

My Dinner With JF

Text exchange with Gorgeous Hunk O' Man (JF):

JF: Darling. Dinner Monday PM. Is it in your calender?
Me: Of course, lover. I have bumped Viggo off the schedule.
JF: Excellent. Shall I wear something slutty?
Me: Need you ask?

7 comments:

Bartleby said...

So is he a hairdresser or not?

C-Belle said...

Far from it.

He's a brilliant, wildly successful Managing Director of a large health care consulting company.

C-Belle said...

And also my future baby daddy if I don't find a straight man whose genes I covet enough.

Bartleby said...

Sounds like a pretty good date alright. So the "wear something slutty" bit was poetic license... Right?

C-Belle said...

Not at all. I was in some pink slutty thing. So was he.

Bartleby said...

You were both in the pink slutty thing? Strong ending.

C-Belle said...

I was; he wasn't. But it was too good not to write.

He wore his typical "going out" kind of outfit - jeans that hug his sculpted glutes and a tight-ish shirt that reveals his bulging biceps and triceps and pecs. We mocked all the lesser humans around us for their inferior wardrobe choices.