After many days of silence, I was confronted with the million dollar question that I knew for some time was going to drop on my head. "So what was that all about", she asked. And I feigned ignorance. Which wasn't a very pragmatic thing to do since she persisted with her interrogation. So I treated the matter at hand very lightly indeed, pretending to make a little deal out of it.
The conversation went something along the lines of:
AL:
So now that you're completely sober, what was that day all about?
Me:
Eh? Oh yes, I screwed me knee up pretty badly.
AL:
Not that you idiot.
Me:
Then what?
AL:
Think harder.
Me:
Hmmm. Oh you mean me kissing you?
HAHAHAHA. Asian society. Asian lasses.
And so entailed a long stuffy conversation about her not going around with just any Tom Dick or Harry.
Pooh.
That very night (yesterday), and I swear this happened, I received another request for the green stuff.
Holy shit.
-Jake
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