As PIZZA [the tv guy] & I have gotten acquainted, I’ve learned more about his work, but have yet to see his show. He finds it hilarious that I'm not curious about the show, since he admits to googling me regularly. I’ve promised to check out his work after I get to know him better, which is going pretty well. We’re talking all the time, and making lame attempts at phone sex:
ME: I was just at the beach.
HIM: Are you wearing a bathing suit?
ME: Yep.
HIM: Don't you want to take it off?
ME: I’m at the 7-11.
The good news is that PIZZA and I will be having face-to-face (or wherever we decide to put our faces) sex in a couple weeks. The trip is booked. No turning back now (what’s a good pun to put here?).
