I was fairly experienced with the ladies. I’d never had a problem keeping my s****l needs met but the message seemed presumptuous. I needed something smoother than that.
“If you’d like to do the research yourself, I’d be more than willing to help you out.”
I stared at the new message, pursed my mouth together in disgust, and tried to think of what would catch her attention.
I pulled up a picture of myself, after scanning through a few dozen. Most of them featured me with the closest guy I could call a best friend, Jess, one brother of a set of twins. I scrolled through until I found a casual photograph of me alone that I’d taken to add to my i********: account while I was at one of the many museums around Chicago, and then added text.
“I’d be willing to help you research that projec
