No new bird

Chris

Walking out of the house, a glance at my watch confirms I am a few hours too early for the meet up with my friends this evening. But after rambling like a fool, I needed to leave the house, and quickly. Clearly, it’s been too long since I was with a woman. That has to be the reason why my daughter’s nanny, of all people, is making me feel some type of way. The very thought is an absurdity as she is nothing, absolutely nothing, like the kind of women I go for.

I reach for my phone and scroll through, looking for any number to call for a much-needed hook-up. As I scroll, I hesitate over Itunu’s name, but shudder at the thought of calling her. It has been almost two months since our last encounter, and I absolutely do not want to awaken that beast. No, Itunu should remain boxed in the Never Again pile. By the time I get to the station, I have not found anyone of interest to call, and resign myself to the reality that there will be no hook-ups tonight. tonight.

“Where you at?” I as