IML

When I first moved to Dallas I had a roommate that was a bartender that the Dallas Eagle. I was a morning person and he, a night owl. He’s plan was whomever was left at the end of the night he’d bring home to get plowed by. One Sunday morning I was in the kitchen making coffee in my Calvin’s. I just needed some caffeine before heading to church. The bathroom door opened and a random guy staggered out and said good morning. As I say morning to him as he comes in for a kiss.
“Thanks for last night you’re a pro” he grins.
Uhh.. That wasn’t me. That was the roommate. He’s the pro.”
A puzzled face came and went.
“Well, I have time. If you wanta…….” he plainly states.

Have you ever had one of those whole body shivers but can’t show it? Like when a homeless man tries to touch you or you find yourself shopping at PayLess.

I calmly state “Thanks, no. Coffee?
“Come on! I’m an IML title holder!”

I smirk, “been there, done that. Got the T-shirt.”