LOLITA continues to text me abbreviated versions of her feelings. This does not bother BOOM BOOM, with whom I am going steady.
That's right, I said it. We have yet to go on a date, but the other night when I stopped by his place around 1am for a typical bootycall, he sat me down on the broken-bench-seat-from-a-van he calls a couch and we had this conversation:
HIM: I like you.
ME: I like you too.
HIM: And I'm not running around with other girls....on purpose.
ME: Okay.
HIM: I don't want to fuck anybody else.
ME: Cool.
He was wearing a Chicago Bulls windbreaker circa 1993. Nothing says romance like the Three-peat.
