I Know My Priorities

It has been a long day at work so I decided to go online to get my usual fix of blogs, tweets and everything else in between. I checked my a ultimate favorite blogger's site, reviewed his post, and laughed. I felt better already. As I was going through some pictures in another account, I heard the site's standard message alert. 

"Hey, ready to taste me?", I read from your message.

I was already starting to get woozy so I read the note again. I looked at the metro chicken's profile and was a little bit impressed. 

"5'9, goodlooking, top, large."

"Pwede...", I thought.

I checked his pictures.

"Ah could be...", I whispered.

I typed my response.

"Sure... when?"

"Can I have your number? You want now?", he instantly replied.

"I want now?", I asked myself. 

"... what a very profound question...", I whispered.

I typed again.

"Not tonight, I'm tired. Where are you from anyway?", I replied.

"In my room. Do you have a place?", he responded.

"In my room?!?", I wondered.

"Yes, I have a place.", I typed back.

"Where can we meet?"

I was surprised at how easy it was to get booked but I was tired and sex was the least of my concerns, at least for tonight. But who was I to refuse a metro chicken? And so I tried to convince myself that I was horny. I reviewed my options.

"Sleep or fuck?", I asked myself.

"OK. Fuck.", I finally decided. 

"I'm gonna wait for you at Chowking at 1:00 AM. I can't give you my number it's TO CONFIDENCIAL...", I read from his message.

"Oh...", I exclaimed.

I shook my head and let out a hearty laugh.

"Oh you read just like.. uhmm... never mind."

"Hey, I'm sleepy, let's just reschedule.", I replied back.

So tonight, I will sleep. And there's nothing confidential about it. Ssshhhh...