It was a cold weekend in February, late Friday night.
I was already in bed - I am lame because I spend way too much time working. Meanwhile my friend in LA was wide awake and drinking. And so I woke up early Saturday morning to these messages from her:
2:17 am: Hey lady... You awake?
2:28 am: So I am sitting here with my boyfriend's friend J... And he wants to know if he can give you an Australian kiss.
2:29 am: And if you don't know what that is... it's a French kiss but down below ... Oh, and he wants you to sit on his face.
3:22 am: He wants you to know he is "Viking Hot"
I got in touch with my friend the next afternoon to ask her what the hell happened. Apparently J is single and ready to mingle, even if the chicks he's into are hundreds of miles away. My friend didn't help the situation by showing him pictures of me. Then she regaled me with other flirtatious gems from J, most of them revolving around how much he wanted me to sit on his face. AND drive six hours for the privilege.
J, wherever you are - you, sir, are a true gentleman. A word to the wise - I'm much more likely to travel for face-sitting time if you're including a plane ticket with your rambling. Also, pics or you're definitely NOT viking hot.
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