The other day I was thinking about Roxy & how much I love her. She instructed me to take a hike last time we talked. Doesn't matter - I called any way - "Jethro, it is nice to hear your voice. I have been thinking about you. It looks like I'm headed to Las Vegas the 15-18. Depending on whether I have the time or not I would like to see you." I'm ecstatic she's had a change of heart. It is refreshing to know the women you love has not given up on things just yet - "Gorgeous, you are the most wonderful person in the world. When you come to town it will be fantastic. I am counting the days as we speak," I tell her with a newfound sense of enthusiasm - "I think about you all the time luscious," adding for good measure.
We chat about the weather for a minute & then I ask - "Are you still hanging around that one clown? I hope not. You can do so much better than him." - Last time we talked she told me Rick, that's the pricks name, is her full time guy now. The truth is he's an absolute turd - I relay the sentiment to her & she says - "Rick will be golfing with all his country club buddies in Santa Barbara that weekend. If he gets to do things like that - I can come to Las Vegas & see my sometimes boyfriend." -- "Sounds good to me," I say with exuberance, "I hope he sticks one of his golf clubs up his ass," I tell her for laughs - "Oh Jethro," she says after my remarks, "Just be ready to enjoy the time we will have together." -- "Don't you worry about that sweet thing. It's a given. It goes without saying," is my retort to her 'just be ready' crack.
When I look at Roxy I see a beautiful; remarkable; well educated; well traveled; yoga body; ruthless vixen...it's what men desire - "Jethro, I have been reading your stupid blog & it is putting my feet to sleep. A session is definitely in order." Her going rate (when I last inquired) is two grand plus gratuities. Men & women alike pay it without hesitation - "Sweet thing," I say with a smile, "Just to make sure we are still on the same page. Our session will be pro bono. You know I don't have two grand," I add with a laugh.
She's developed a sense of humor about our relationship through the years - "Jethro, sweetie, you are what is commonly referred to as a 'pity pounce' in my line of work. A 'pity pounce' is someone who is always broke. Although, for some unexplained reason they still find a way into your bed. It's your stupid blog that does it with me." - Not many guys would appreciate being referred to as a 'pity pounce' by the women they love. Me? I could give a shit less - "Sweet thing you can call me whatever you want. It will be so awesome when you come to town luscious. I can hardly wait."
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