It's Sunday Morning

You text Jeremy to make sure it's safe to come home but he doesn't respond so you wander the streets for another hour before finally returning.

As it turns out, you're a little early. You knock and the cute Asian girl answers the door. It looks like she is about to leave and she looks mad... and teary.

"You look like shit," she tells you.

"Uh, sorry. You..."

"Yeah, I know. I look like I got fucked by an asshole who blew his load all over me and then told me he wasn't looking for a relationship."

You were thinking she looked sexy but blurting that after what she'd just said doesn't sound wise. "I was going to say that you look mad," you lie.

"Yeah, I am mad. I'm mad that Jeremy is an asshole and now I'm having to talk to his asshole roommate. You going to make moves on me, too. Want to dump a load on the cum-dump before tossing her out on her ass?"

Well, if she were seriously offering, you certainly wouldn't turn her down. She's got that long Asian hair, almost blue it's so black. Her face is definitely showing some anger, not to mention tear trails through her mascara. But her body is amazing. Perky tits, tight muscular ass, legs that are way too long for a girl so tiny.

"Were you looking for a relationship?"

"What the hell do you care?"

"Sorry. You know there's a reason Jeremy doesn't have a girlfriend, right. He's like most of us computer types... we just blurt out whatever we're thinking without considering the consequences."

"Yeah? Well, he blurted out plenty."

"Too much information."

"I didn't mean that."

"Tell you what, give me your phone number and I can promise in a few days he'll be wishing he'd been a little more enthusiastic."

"What, so you can send me dick pictures or something?"

"What is it about you women and dick pictures?"

"You know I'm here and I can hear everything you are saying," Jeremy growls.

"Yeah," you say. "And you blew it. So I'm trying to fix things for you." You turn back to the girl. "What's your name?"

"At least someone asked."

"And?"

"It's Huan. Fine. You can have my number." She grabs your phone, enters her number, then heads out.

"What was that about?" Jeremy demands. "Did you want sloppy seconds?"

"I wouldn't have said no," you admit. "But I'm looking out for you. She's completely hot and you pissed her off. What were you thinking?"

"I get girls every weekend. They like a guy with a big dick."

"Fine. But if you change your mind, I have her number. Only don't wait too long."

"Or else you'll take her for yourself? Be my guest."

"I was thinking that she wouldn't answer your call. But if you don't want her, yeah, maybe I will call her."

"Like I said, knock yourself out. Anyway, I'm starved. Let's get something to eat. And I think that girl made coffee."

"Huan."

"What? Got a hairball?"

"That's her name."

"Oh. I guess I should have asked."

"Yeah. It's considered sort of the minimum required."

"Shit. No wonder you ended up with a hottie like Amber."

You're not sure if he's being sarcastic or serious but since you're couch-surfing off of him, you can't afford to take offense.

"Ended up is a bit of an exaggeration," you admit.

{if groceries > 0}"I'll whip up some breakfast," you say.

{else}I think there's some leftover pizza," Jeremy says.

It's Sunday. What should you do with your day?