Page 26 of Playbook
Me
Definitely not.
I’m not a germaphobe, but the smell of pussy is only sexy when I’m naked with a chick.
London
No, I haven’t received any more of your mail. My box does still smell like old lady perfume though.
Me
Dang. I forgot to spritz a little cologne on the letters I sent. Clearly I’m an amateur. Ah well, there’s always next time.
London
Next time?
Me
Well, yeah, it was kind of fun sending snail mail. I had to buy stampsand everything.
London
You really know how to have a good time.
Me
You have no idea.
London
Actually, I think I do. I’ve seen your mail.
I’m smiling at the screen. This is more fun than the letters. I like her dry humor, and I can practically see those green eyes piercing into me.
Me
Did you go out after the game? Do you have other roommates?
I’m happy to know there isn’t a boyfriend. Although now I’m questioning why she keeps turning me down, then.
London
No, we came back home. And just the one. Is this an interrogation?
Damn, she’s feisty. I’m glad my memories of her were accurate. In person, in her letters, and over text, she just does something for me.
Me
No, just friendly conversation. I live with my brother.
London
How does he feel about your panty collection?
Me
I don’t sniff and tell.
