"Yeah, well..." Bobbi looked away, and I swear she was blushing.
"What is it?"
"Well, I was a little busy Friday. Everyone was trying to talk to me."
I threw up both hands. "Well, duh, woman! You were en fuego Friday night."
"God, you really did get laid, if you're whipping out the Spanish."
That got me slightly annoyed. "Excuse me?"
"Remember that construction worker over Fourth of July weekend? Next day, you called him 'muy bueno'."
I had no recollection of this. "Really?"
"And then there was that grad student you spent all of Memorial Day weekend babbling about poetry with. After he flew back to Michigan, you were talking about his cojones and—"
"All right, all right!" I really didn't need every one-nighter since I moved down here thrown in my face.
Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: "Wimoweh (Mbube)" by Pete Seeger