As I slowly get back into the limitless pleasures of the booty call, I'm trying to develop a regular one with a kid who works in the same town as my job. We'd gotten together one time before my trip to Vegas and it was a nice time. I was looking forward to seeing him a second time and he'd sent me a saucy email about the next time we'd get together. Since I wasn't able to secure another booty call, I was really looking forward to getting together.
I was supposed to meet my booty call at 7pm but at 7:30pm I was still in the office. I'm going back to Vegas again for work, so there's a lot of paperwork that needs to be handled before we get there. I emailed him saying I can't find his address or phone number- both are on my old phone. He texts me his address and I text back saying that I'll be there at 8. He texts back saying he'll pass. What?! What do you mean you'll pass? He then proceeds to tell me that it's getting late- late for who grandpa? And that I'm already a half hour late and he'll be up too late. Are you fuckin' kidding me? Who doesn't want to fool around after work? And we're talking about 8pm on Thursday not 11:45pm on Sunday.
So I went home without getting my needs met. I'm not sure if I'm going to see him again. I mean, he might have had a big project to deal with the next day or was feeling good but whatever. That's not my concern. Good thing I'm going back to Vegas to wash this memory away.
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