I just couldn’t stand how filthy our house had gotten, so I decided I would clean up. But it’s so hot so I didn’t get started until 11 pm. Shortly after midnight John Fox came to visit. It was great to see him after many many months. He came with a friend who’d had a few drinks in him. His friend went to use our restroom, then crossed to the kitchen to wash his hands in the kitchen sink, right over a tall pile of dishes. I asked him if our bathroom sink wasn’t working. He seemed confused, then embarrassed, said he didn’t even try using it.
Jay and the guys hung out back while I resumed the very glamorous task of mopping the kitchen floor. Later they came back in and Foxy said he and his friend were going to the Las Vegas Porn Convention in January, asked us to come, too. I smiled but didn’t answer. We met John Fox at our suite at the Venetian in Vegas during the Porn Convention. I remember John Fox telling me he went to UP (University of the Philippines) and when I told him I went to Ateneo he said, “Smart girl!” Then I spread my legs and he took some snapshots.
Tonight the glamour girl of Las Vegas 2002 is far away. I took a break from mopping the floor to chat. John Fox was asking what we were up to. He said the last time he was on my site I was corrupting a minor. “He’s not a minor! He’s nineteen!”
Listen to me… he’s not a minor, he’s nineteen.
What is up with friends who visit my site and don’t leave a comment? Why did Foxy feel more comfortable commenting to me in person than he did on my site? And why am I asking all these questions now on my site, and not then when he was talking to me in person? People are weird, me included. We experience the moment, let it gestate in our subconscious, then recall it later with opinions and questions. What about experiencing and commenting at the same time? I guess that’s why sports announcers are few.