A Day of Weird Questions

Last night after a few games of scrabble

and some stand-up comedy

I fell into a troubled sleep

at about

half past four.

I woke up to the weirdest text message in a long time

it was weird

in content and sender.

This is a friend whom I'd pretty much lost touch with

in the past 4 years.

Once my confidante, bodyguard and personal masseur

We grew in separate directions

He moved away

became a pretty recognised model

I tumbled into a 3 year long relationship

that left the old gang far behind.

Then out of the Blue

last Saturday he text

we met up

we text back and forth the day after

and 9 am today:

"Hey I was wondering...how sexy are you in the morning?"

and before I could even ask,

"Yes, the query is for you Aja".

Now what kind of a question is that?

Sexy as in do I look sexy when I wake up?

or do I look like a dishevelled blob of mussed up hair?

Or sexy as in do I feel sexy?

"Do you look sexy? Crusty eyes, nose? Voice?The way you stretch?

Hair?"

I thought about it.

Cute-sexy, I decided.

I wake up, stretch like a cat.

I sound huskier than usual.

I am a tangle of brown skinned limbs that slowly

unfurl to lengthen and stretch in front of the mirror.

It is a ritual.

I wake up, reach out,

twirl

and regard myself in all my glory

my last minute

unbound by clothing

before I have to face the world

and wear that sodding bra.

If I look fat,

well then you know how my day'll go.

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That settled,

we meandeared off to different topics

men, women, relationships.

And somehow, somehow..

the inevitable

"How come we never hooked up?"

came out.

"Because we've known each other for so long and

there has never been even an inkling of that sort of

attraction"

"But why?"

and despite my superb skills of diversion

he didn't let the topic rest.

Until I said that the fact that his bush

was bigger than mine would be too damn hilarious.

Why do good men friends always ask that question?