Quid pro quo

I might as well boast that a long shift awaits me tomorrow. But I won’t be doing that. Instead, I’ll focus on the prospect this very moment has in store for me (pause). I called my dear friend Caroline and asked her out for this Thursday. At first, I didn’t know what she was up to, so the first question out of my mouth is that if she were sleeping. Then I moved on to what she had been up to and if things go as they have been, we could see each other anytime after Tuesday. Needlessly, I explained to her that I was at work and that tomorrow I will be stuck working as well. “More money for you to spend on me” she said. In fact, that is perhaps the thing that drove us apart. But no worries on this side, however. I now know how to handle situations like these. She is not the ogre I once made her out to be. After all, all she demanded was what most beautiful girls do: to be fulfilled. But deep down, she’s still very much a kid. Like, for instance, when I said I was looking forward to seeing her anytime after Friday, she didn’t play her cards the way a really sleazy female might have: she didn’t play hard to get. Instead, she immediately informed me that she had Tuesday and Thursday off. This is a two-day availability, which leaves a lot of space for me to choose from. She works, and easily could have complicated things for the sake of doing so. That is one. Another thing is, I suggested we saw each other on Thursday, not Tuesday. She’s called me eagerly twice this week, and I only answered her calls. Now I am not playing her either. I could be more elusive than I’ve been, but given her child-like gorgeousness, I won’t need to. If you are facing an opponent that is not in the same league as yours, you shouldn’t take the fight for granted; but, like Confucius said: “Don’t use a cannon to kill a mosquito.” Just have fun, and behave manly; don’t be too needy and enjoy her company as you spend some of your well-earned money on her, quid pro quo.