mp usually doesn't like talking on the phone. she does it, because most women demand it. it's sort of like the phone is directly linked to the vagina, and if you wanna play post office, you have to go through the operator first.
there have been a few notable exceptions. the first time she spoke with pimptress, she wore out her cell phone battery; more importantly, she didn't feel the need to shower with a brillo pad afterwards. today, the short one called. now, being geographically undesirable, the short one has been getting a little neglected by mp. let's face it, my person is having a good time flashing her grin and flirting with everything that moves....
but shorty has something. i don't know what it is, but mp spent 2 hours and 45 minutes this afternoon trying to figure it out. in the course of that one call, she made a date, bought tickets online for friday night's activities, and arranged a meeting time and place.
yeah. my person did that.
my person, for whom deciding to do something a day in advance is too much of a committment, pushed way past go on this one. maybe it's the tiny latina thing. maybe it's the fact that they laughed constantly for a couple of hours. maybe it's that missa missa chickapea is on a business trip again. ...maybe it was the way she leaned gently enough to show what she wanted but was careful to let mp know that she would never use enough pressure to break her.
then again, it could just be the great rack.
