Money aint a thing

I met a rather interesting chic recently who seemed to put material things way up there in the list of things she looks for in a guy. In spite of this, and the deficiency of my payslip, I got her phone number. One should always do.

Anyway. I was texting her on sato and we got flirting. Ok. I got flirting and she obliged. Such a rare thing for me. A couple of smss into the conversation, she got to tell me what she was wearing [or more importantly what she was not wearing!]. I'm still recovering. Hopefully I'll get to hang out a bit with her sooner rather than later.