It had only been about 3 hours since MARC BOLAN dropped me off at work, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the night before so I rang him up....
ME: What are you doing?
HIM: Napping.
ME: May I come over?
HIM: Make it snappy.
An hour later, following a near-perfect round two....
ME: I can’t stay.
HIM: Do you want to meet up later to play shuffleboard?
ME: What?
HIM: Shuffleboard….as in….shuffleboard. The game.
ME: What? Um…No.
HIM: Come on. Afterward we’ll come back here and wash eachother’s hair or something.
ME: What?
HIM: You heard me.
I didn’t see him that night, nor did I meet up with MALCOM [still-married friend]. Although, I have tentative dinner plans with MALCOM this week, and an open invitation to sex and/or a shower with MARC BOLAN.
