Aug 25, 2013 14:45
I'm fairly well known for my random texting, often en mass, where I send something ridiculous to a bunch of a random folks whose phone numbers I have. Sometimes as I'm lonely or sometimes just for the random reactions. Fairly often these random crazy·texts of mine kick off lengthier conversations, which are always fun.
This past week I refreshingly got such a text from a friend. She wanted to know which I preferred, between boobs or butts... and she added I couldn't say both.
Naturally, I said both. I added it's on a case to case basis, I can't just randomly decide... though I do like that both have cleavage.
I do so love cleavage!
Then, as this particular friend is a former snuggly of mine, I started giving judgements on hers. Specifically that I liked her butt much more than her boobs. Not surprisingly, she asked why.
So I told her.
Shortly after this she asked me out on a date, which I'll be going on in about another 15 minutes.
Go figure.
Granted, she's since stated it's not a date. As she very carefully worded it: "I just wanted to see if you'd like to goto a movie that I was already intending to see".
Yeah, in basic English jargon, and varying forms of slang, that's a date.
wonky,
dating