Let me set the scene for you.
I’ve been sick for the past 3 days. Jeep has come over and kept me company for two of those days, putting up with my Jimmy Durante voice, my runny nose, and my endless complaints.
All with a smile.
And a scalp massage.
Yes, I laid my head on him and he proceeded to give me a 30 minute scalp massage.
While I was complaining about being sick, I happened to mention that I wish I had a hot tub to sit in to help cook this bug out of me.
So of course Jeep arranges for a hot tub for me. But not just any hot tub… a hot tub ROOM in Watercourse Way complete with steam, sauna, cold plunge, and… gulp… bed
Now, I’ve been to Watercourse Way twice before. And both times I hit home runs in those hot tub rooms. There’s something about me and water that just turns me into a complete wanton woman.
“Oh dear. I might get laid,” I pointed out.
“I hope so! I think you’re going to explode if not,” he replied.
So what do I do?
Well, at first I declined the invitation. Then I realized I was declining the invitation for the wrong reasons and I’d actually love to sit in a hot tub with a friend and relax.
So I accepted the invitation.
I’m taking bets on whether or not I’ll be naked or wearing a swimsuit.
What’s your vote?