An Exchange

GayBoy popped by unannounced at about 10:15 last night. I scurried off as soon as I buzzed him to gather things and tidy up the bathroom a bit. I hear the door creak open as GayBoy pads into the living room.

"Running away to put on your face?" he calls out.

"Yeah. Right. Like I'm gonna put on makeup for you?" I snipe.

"Oh, just because I won't put out?"

This is what I have to put up with.

(Besides, I was in my Joe Boxers and a concert shirt. Like makeup would help.)