Morning Glory

February 20, 2010

Alright technically mid morning to early lunch – had an extra lie in.  Call from a guy who sounds a little constipated but I am not quite fully awake to differentiate finer acoustic details.  He tells me that he has seen and liked my profile for which I thank him graciously.  He then tells me that he woke up horny – for a moment I held my breath lest this would lead him to commence a Blues number.  No he continues talking and asked my availability.  I quote him my earliest appointment time some 4 hours in the future based on a careful algorithm that considers overall state of moi, grogginess, extra grooming, travel and generally switching from auto pilot.  He tells me having seen my site I was worth waiting for.  I asked if he wanted to make the booking but instead he asks if I mind seeing big guys.  I reply in the affirmative and reassure him that since I am no skinny minny myself I don’t have any issues with weight.  But he already continues to tell me that ’Big girls like big guys and that he tends to get on with them’  I presume he means big girls but my mind is not completely in focus.  His breathing is a little laboured.  I am thinking poor guy and am contemplating to recommend extra fibre in his diet.  He then asked if I minded 10 inches.  I then realise he is not constipated at all.  I finish the call abruptly as I hate those kinds of conversations and because my body demands ney screams for a shot of caffeine.  Of course I mind ten inches!  What is wrong with some people?  Why can’t they be sensible and at least quote in centimetres!