"Yes, who else would it be, you nutcase? How could you leave 100 messages on my answering machine? Are you crazy? I was gone for a couple of days just...to come back to that! What is wrong with you?" I cringed and bit my lip in thought...oops. How could I have known that she wasn't home? I automatically assumed she was giving me the silent treatment and not answering my calls. And I'm the crazy one? "I only left about 50 messages," was my pathetically sounding response. "Can I see you?" If there. She then looked at me and raised an eyebrow and asked, “How can we find out”? I had recovered my composure by this time and realising the opportunity replied, “how do you think”! She laughed and hugged my arm; she then turned and went back to bed.I sat there confused – what was going through that female’s mind? One minute no barebacking the next asking me to inquiry about blackmen being more fertile then white men! Guys, you know how baffling it is sometimes to understand women- well, this was. ”Alexis looked over to Rifkeh. Shelby had already shocked the young Israeli woman a number of times with drunken descriptions of her sex life, but Rifkeh waved away the look. “I’m just a sponge over here right now.”“So, if you called Threnody, why wouldn’t you call Jesse?” Alexis prompted Shelby. “He’s kinky too. Isn’t he?”“Notoriously so.” agreed Shelby. “But that doesn’t mean I should call him. He didn’t give me his number. Threnody did. What would I say? ‘Hey, Jesse. We met at that dance. She never talked about her looks, but I know that people had to have commented on her appearance every time she entered a room. Or looked at her in such a way that saying anything would be like mentioning it twice.In the mornings, she simply scrubbed her face, dabbed on a little foundation, sometimes a touch of makeup, and was good to go. So, after living with her a few weeks, I gradually dropped my own extraneous morning routines and just left for the day. More confident of my looks than if.