Sloppy Seconds

Since I put the kibosh on Mister Darcy's panty party, I've been pretty low key on the man front.

Although I did hear from Mr. D the other day. It was a typical Tuesday night, lying on my bed in my fave white silk nightie with some champagne like any modern girl does, when an instant message popped up from him. I always forget to block post-axing.

Anyway, he told me he had two questions. One, did I have any cute, loose friends? And two, what's the URL for my blog? (I mentioned it once in a moment of sheer stupidity when I had that whole lame "honesty" thing going.)

I told him I had cute friends but they aren't loose. And then I lied and said my site is down and I can't access it. You know, because I can't give out a URL unless the site is up and running. And this site certainly isn't...

He LOL'ed and I told him to keep it real.

Then I blocked him faster than you can say wanker.