Hey Kitty. I need your expertise.
I stopped by my buddy Del's place to see him and his dog yesterday. Whilst chilling, Del's girl Samantha busts in... with my ex! (King Sized Buzz Kill).
I'll keep this short, given that I'm sure you have total strangers to judge and all.
She was looking good, it's been a while, so I loosen up, and in an attempt to test the waters, I ask her, "So, you still a nymphomaniac, or did you settle down yet?"
She (so wittingly) replies, "I don't know, Mike, are you still the clingy, co-dependent romantic type, or did you hit puberty yet?"
-_- Yea, she got me good. The student defeats the master. (and for the record, those things are what she loved about me, but she loved the strange D just little bit more)
But, (as sad and ultimately pathetic as this is) it made me think of you, Kitty.
Being the world's leading expert on me, I figured I'd run it by you. You can consult Shuakoukoku, or whatever her name is. Hammer it out between the two of you. I'm placing the balance of my life in your hands; don't let me down.
So yea, I'd very much like to make love to this woman again, so the sooner you can let me know, the better.
Thanks, Kitty. What would I do without you?
