A Booty Call

Most people would argue that a booty call is not the way to build or strengthen a relationship, I disagree.  A old fashioned booty call (or text in this case) triggered by some drinking was all it took to get the Barrister to be a little more assertive and open about sex.  Not only did it spice things up quite nicely, it also started an honest and funny conversation about sex.  Apparently, us fine American women are the dogs' bullocks (ie: the tits, badass, amazing) and not just because of our terrible accents.  Also shockingly enough, I am not the Barrister's first American, yet he was not shocked that he was not my first Brit.  I may have opened Pandora's box but that's ok because he now has my attention, at least for a little while longer.  I'm introducing him to Lawrence tonight at an aucustic show, I am curious to see how this is gonna go down