I've seen the future, it is now and I don't like it: an ex sent me a text message for sex.
What happened to the booty call? I miss the 2am wake up call, the witty banter and the negotiations.
Now its a text message, which I usually miss because I keep my mobile in my purse when I'm home. I don't wanna type, have pithy repartee or negotiate at 2am in the frickin' middle of the night.
Damn, guys...call a sista!
I promise you'll get better results.
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