He laughed. “No kidding. Me, too.”
Then he turned to me and gave me the old shifty eye. “Well, the buckle bunnies must have taken a little boredom out of your life, right?”
I shrugged, glanced at him, and turned away quickly.
“Not really. Most of them saw me as a notch in their Big Years.”
VJ laughed, but I grimaced.
“Girls aren’t very sexy when you know they just want you to poke them so they can brag to their friends and your fans. I swear I almost upchucked on a gal who walked up, stuck her hand down my jeans, and asked, ‘So when and where, cowboy?’” I looked over to where he was sitting nearly doubled up. “Yeah, you can laugh. But she was serious. Made me damn right sick, she did.”
When he stopped laughing at the silliness of the picture, it hit me how really sad it was.
“‘Cours
