George called me after 1 AM this morning. I hadn't made it up to the loft yet, I had fallen asleep on the couch while watching television. The phone was on vibrate on the table next to the couch and the machine gun noise of the phone hitting the table woke me.

"What are you wearing?"

Shut up, George.

"No, I'm serious."

A blue nightgown. What are you doing?

"Flannel? Just got high."

Cotton. That stuff'll kill you, you know.

"Long-sleeved? No it won't. It's so minor in the grand scheme of things and you know it. It's not like I'm smoking crack. It's weed. It's natural."

Little spaghetti straps. It's short. There's a little strappy tie in the front, too, that my cat always tries to eat.

"I would too. It sounds sexy. Tell me about your day."

I did some work on the site. I got my bike fixed. I went grocery shopping. Daniel came over and moaned about his love life and then he left and went to a heavy metal club in Brooklyn. Chris came over and we went and ate big burritos and then got sweets afterwards and then he came back here and nearly beat me in Scrabble. Then then we watched Sex and the City. And then I passed out on the couch and then some jackass called me at 1 AM.

"Who's Daniel?"

A friend.

"Who's Chris?"

Another friend.

"You have a lot of friends who are men."

I have a lot of friends in general.

"Are you fucking either of them?"

No.

"You're lying."

I'm not. How's your girlfriend, George?

"You can tell me if you're having sex with someone, you know. She's good. We went to the lake yesterday. She looks great in a bikini. I got pissed when I saw other guys checking her out and then it made my dick hard. One guy tripped right in front of us and she started laughing really loud and I had to roll on my stomach so she couldn't see."

If I were getting laid I wouldn't hide it, trust me. You don't get mad that other guys find her attractive?

"I'd fuck you in a second. Nah I don't care that much. I have to act like it bugs me more than it does so she feels loved but mostly it just makes me feel horny."

I have to go to sleep now George. I'm glad you had fun at the lake.

"I'm glad you won at Scrabble."

I hung up the phone. I feel like I should have told him not to call me that late anymore, but what if, someday, he has something really important to say?

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