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?
♫ How will you make it on your own... ♫
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Sorry, I've become a little obsessed with the Mary Tyler Moore show in the
past week. I think I imprinted on Mary Richards in my extreme youth--my
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So is he a hairdresser or not?
Far from it.
He's a brilliant, wildly successful Managing Director of a large health care consulting company.
And also my future baby daddy if I don't find a straight man whose genes I covet enough.
Sounds like a pretty good date alright. So the "wear something slutty" bit was poetic license... Right?
Not at all. I was in some pink slutty thing. So was he.
You were both in the pink slutty thing? Strong ending.
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.
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