To Be or Not To Be

a Slut.

And for the very first time, I found myself considering this question. So here's the scene. . .a bunch of my friends I head into Manhattan. It's Thursday night. Our program has just ended. I don't have to return to work until 11 the next morning. So there we are, in Manhattan, watching a bunch of Mexicans at a concert followed by dancing, etc. Followed by us heading to the skivviest bar possible.

And there I ran into a bunch of British guys. The rest of the group is setting at a table, I head to the bar to get a drink, and somehow end up discussing rugby, football, politics, etc. ANd one guy is a complete ass. Check out this conversation.

Him: So, you got a boyfriend?
Me: No, not at the moment.
Him: When did you last go out with him?
Me: Urm. . .about two months ago (true! Last time I was on a date! Two months ago, give or take)
Him: Oh, great.
Me: What do you mean, great?
Him: that means you're still in the angry, slut stage, when you jump into bed with any guy you meet.

Yeah. That's exactly how it went. DISGUSTING.

But, one of the others was cute. I mean, really cute. About a half foot taller than me, broad shoulders, short brown hair, BEAUTIFUL green eyes, a sexy little scar above one eye. . .oh my goodness. Beautiful accent, smart

Anyway. I'll stop drooling. Gist of the story is that he invited me back to his place, and I actually considered it. Just for half a second, no more, just enough time for it to flit through my head before laughing it off, but. . .oh my, he was beautiful. But he was just passing through, so it would be

Anyway. That's enough. I just thought I would put this up to let everyone know that yes, even goody-good girls like me have dirty thoughts every now or then. And man, he was FINE.

J