If you want to know how this all started go down two posts.

Matty just left message #3. at 12:00am.

"Girl, what are you doing? I know you don't have to work tomorrow. So whadya say? It sounds good to me...let's get all freaky-deaky...you know how I get down. C'mon mama, I've been missing that body of yours." (he doesn't typically talk like a pimp from the '70's)

and I smiled, it's nice to feel wanted...even if I'm being wanted by a drunken lothario, and I prepped for bed. I will call him tomorrow, during the day just to harass him about his messages...and uh, maybe schedule something that might be more convenient for me.

Decisions.
Derek...
Sweet and wonderful....
Not interested....
Denver...
Matty...
Horny bastard...
wants me to be his personal porn star (which I've done willingly)...
Cornfield...

I'm conflicted for no reason.