No, this isn’t about me, even though Mark Exposito called me a hussy when I was in the 4th grade. Why? Because I beat him in a hoops game. (Not that I hold a grudge or anything. I don’t. But he laughed at me when I had to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star as my audition for a part in the 6th grade production of Tom Sawyer. I’ve never forgiven him for that.) I didn’t even know what ‘hussy’ meant – I had to go home and look it up (because I knew instinctively not to ask MoC). And seriously, what 10 year old even knows that word? I bet he’s still creepy.
But I digress. I’m not the shameless hussy, but I got this text at work today from a (straight) friend who shall remain nameless (but clearly shameless).
S.H.: Phone sex
Me: I can’t. I have a meeting in 5 minutes.
All of that actually happened, including the meeting. Now that I think about it, phone sex would have been preferable.