LIFETIME SUPPLY OF LIGHTBULBS
I think I was just solicited for sex by an Indian guy I’ve had sex with before. I’m not positive though, and he didn’t seem to know me, but his questions and concerns rang a bell. How much time? How much fun? Can we eat dinner first? Could I spend the night? Pretty standard questions, but the way he kept repeating them jogged a memory. Or he’s a cop. Either way, I gave him my email, and I give him about a thirty percent chance of contacting me to set it up. Which is probably for the best. All those questions made me tired. It’s sex, not a lifetime supply of lightbulbs.