Mr. Skull & Bones
So the day after Mr. Skull & Bones asked for my number he proceeded to text me quite often. I got a text from him a few hours after we all left the club asking me if I made it home safely. When I woke up I got another text from him asking me if I was having a good morning. I then got another text from him asking when he could see me again.
Why don’t you call me and ask. I wrote back.
My phone rings and I smile and answer in my most womanly voice, “Heyyyy…”
“Hi.” I hear a little girl’s voice respond.
Huh?
“Who is this?”
“This is Jay. From last night.”
DAMN! Dude sounds like a little girl on the phone!
“Um..So what’s up?”
“I’d like to see you again,” he says and I begin to feel a little creepy because it’s a 12 yr old girl’s voice I’m hearing.
“Um…What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know. Whatever.”
“Well, what do you like to do?” I ask hoping that we’d have something in common. “Do you like to go to the movies? Do you like to go for cocktails? Do you smoke or drink or play pool?”
“Well. I tried smoking and I didn’t like it. It’s not me. I tried the drinking thing but I felt like I was just doing it to fit in so I don’t do it anymore. What I really like to do is shop.”
Huh?
“You like to shop?”
“Yeah. I will shop til I drop!” he squealed and then giggled into the phone.
What the fu***?
“Um,” I ask him nervously. “Where do you like to shop?”
“NEIMAN’S ofcourse!” he replied and sighed. “In the Lennox Mall, it’s the best place and I go craaazy when I go there!”
Damn…This dude seems kinda strange. Hollup…
“Where do you live?” I ask him.
“Marietta.”
“Who do you live with?”
“My cousin. The guy you saw me at the club with.”
“Oh, you two were kinda dressed alike right?”
“Yeah, that’s him. Hot shoes huh?”
Lemme see something. “Hey…I’ve been really upset because it’s cold and I can’t find jeans that fit right. Could you suggest a place for me to get some good jeans?”
“Oh yeah! NEIMAN’S ofcourse! And then you can try little five points. There’s this little boutique there called…Hollup..” he pauses and asks his “roommate” for the name of the boutique and relays the info to me. “There are a lot of kinds but you should keep trying until you find the brand that fits right on you. For a good pair of jeans like Sevens or something like that you’re gonna spend about $170 but it’s so worth it.”
Dammnnnn….Something about this ain’t right.
“Do you drive?” he asks me.
Huh?
“Yeah. Ofcourse. How else am I going to get to work?”
“Oh, I was just asking because I don’t have a car out here but I have one in New York while I decide if I’m going to make this my permanent home.”
~raises eyebrow~
“So….How were you planning to take me out?”
“Oh, I could get a ride over there anytime. My cousin would drop me. I’d love to come over and cuddle with you.”
He wanna cuddle?
Dammnnn…I don’t know about this dude.
“Hey lemme call you back,” I tell him and hang up the phone.
I scratch my head…
He’s a music producer. ~smirk~ Cool points for that.
He likes to shop til he drops.
He lives with his cousin (?) and they dress alike.
He doesn’t have a car but he says he’ll get a ride to take me out. Um…Are we in highschool?
That’s pretty much a wrap. I guess unless I need a shopping partner.