In and out of my life.

So there are some guys who are fairly constant in my life like SB and Dylmah.

And there are some guys who are in and out of my life like a revolving door like Lighto and Teddy.

Two weeks ago, I got an sms.

"Hey Miss Hottie, Miss Stripper! How have you been??"

When I read this. I said to Polish "Excuse me, wtf. Who the hell calls me a stripper? When I find out who this is, I'm going to kick his ass so hard that he's going to create a hole in the time space continuum.And also I don't strip!"

I smsed back very politely. "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong person. Who is this?"

There was no reply. So I went on a hunt. I went around waving my phone in everyone's faces. "Did you send this? Did you?" and when they laughed and said no, I eyed them suspiciously, just in case.

Anyway I let it go, thinking no-one was going to fess up and if it was someone who I couldn't even remember he/she couldn't be that important right??

I saw Teddy online tonight and I had never seen him online before. I hadn't seen him since he left the casino and I missed sharing the craziness with him. It's still crazy there but it's also a little more bitchy there- which is what happens when you start hiring 18 year old girls who haven't finished sharpening their claws from high school.

Further in the conversation- I found out that he was studying to be a designer! and I didn't know what to say because that revelation just blew my brain away. I am surrounded by would-be should-be designers! [And while I like the idea, in theory I don't really need more competition. I really don't. Stop competing with me for jobs, people.]


So while I'm reeling from this sudden change [he really couldn't have surprised me more if he had told me he wanted to open an opium den in Bondi.]. I mentioned that I lost my phone and therefore his number.

Oh, he said, you have my number.

I do not.

Yeah, you do! I msged you last week.

You did n... THAT WAS YOU! WHY DID YOU CALL ME A STRIPPER??

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