One evening, whilst I was still chilling with my homies in Savannah, I received a phone call from my son - who at the time was approximately 12 years old. He was in the car with his dad and was giving his poor father loads of shit because his dad had a date that night. So he called me.
I, of course, joined in the fun.
What's her name? Fluffy Butt (I just made that up right here in the spot, I crack myself up). Anyway, it continued on for a bit.. and the conversation got around to where he met her at. He told us (my son was relaying all the information back and forth between his dad and myself). I told my son to tell his dad that it was better than where I met my last boyfriend. Of course this peaked his dad's interest and he had to ask.. where did you meet your last boyfriend?
I heard the wariness creep into his dad's voice, he wasn't sure if I was serious or not.
He finally asked (through my son, who was suppressing gales of laughter), was I still with him? I said no, I broke up with him and went back to my ex girlfriend.
My son, on the other hand, was about to bust a gut. It was great. hehe