Booty Callgirl

So I'm minding my own business when he pops up and messages me out of the blue to tell me that my new picture is driving him round the bend. I paraphrase.

So I laugh and tell him that I take that as a compliment, and he says I definitely should, because apparently, my legs are delicious and delectable and lots of other food-related sorts of yum. I tell him it makes me sound like fried chicken. "A bucket of hot thighs please. Extra sauce."

We chat a bit, then I say, hey, isn't he in a relationship or something? Because I'e been seeing him with this insanely, ridiculously beautiful woman recently, you know, the kind who likes to give women like me inferiority complexes just by standing near them. He says it's sort of headed that way, yeah, so I congratulate him because Jesus, she's hot. And he takes pains to point out that just because he's sort of seeing someone doesn't mean he can't take in the view. A male friend of mine once put it as admiring the art without necessarily having to buy it.

He thn asks me cheerfully in the next breath when I'm flying back, and when i tell him, he tells me to call him the minute I land, because he might be around!

I told this to the Raj, and her response was, "Wait, so you're his official booty call?"
I said, "Well, in that country, maybe."

Seriously, the man is such a cheerfully abashed slut that somehow I can't hold it against him.

(Doesn't mean I'm going to call him.)