Booty, Interrupted

Okay, so EVG is the most unreliable booty-call I've ever had. He calls, he cancels, he calls, he cancels, he calls he cancels -- you get the picture. I guess if you're messin' with Girlfriend Guy, or Married Guy, you get used to these gametime decisions. Still, it's frustrating to think you're getting laid and then you don't.

So yesterday afternoon, as I was leaving the office, he cancels, AGAIN.

At nearly the same moment, my IM pinger pings. Guess who? Humorously, it's my old friend "F." Yes, the married guy. The transcript follows:

F: u there, its F
Jane: HI! what's up?
F: what u doin
Jane: quoting....
F: wanna play naked cribbage
Jane: You have no idea how tempting that offer is
F: I've already started
Jane: oooooookay, that's a little creepy
F: the cribbage part, not the naked part
Jane: i won't be leaving here until 5:30 and i could use some kissing, that's for sure
F: can u be here at 5:30 then
Jane: just for kissin
F: i think u and i need and want more
F: i think u and I need more
Jane: nope, just for kissin and even that's a slippery slope
F: sorry...I think it's all for the best if we don't do anything
Jane: i just wanted some kissin but i guess you are in "all or nothing at all" mode
F: I can't take the tease
Jane: hmph
Jane: well, now my feelings are hurt
F: call me please
Jane: i'm leaving now

There followed a "meeting" in which F spent 15 minutes trying to sell me on the idea of having (to use his words) "mutually satisfying, consequence-free sex." Consequence-free for who?

I did have to chuckle all the way home, thwarted in the booty call I wanted to have and then turning around and shooting down the booty call I could have had.

You know, sometimes life is funny.