The Duchy of Jerald

Booty Call
So I saw her again today, been a few years. I was vulnerable and fell in love fast, and backed
away as the red flags got trotted out, one by one.
We had reconnected she was a waitress at the deli, where I played guitar. She went to
university and studied English, 4 bachelors and a masters, I went to art school, and 20 years later
here we are having coffee and then dinner.
I like my men to walk me up to my apartment she said after, and a nice snog and good night.
Best kisser ever, and we had talked for hours with dinner, I was smitten,
A while later she came over for dinner, and she brought 2 bottles of wine and polished one off
as I don't drink like that.
Around 10 she took a call, snickered 'booty call' as she took it, and arranged to meet someone
at her apartment at 12.
Off the phone, I said, I think you'd better leave, this is pretty rude and I find it hard on me. But
I'm too drunk to drive..well you can call a cab from your car, I'll walk you down and make sure
you are locked in, the cab will be here soon...
Saw her a few weeks later, in the coffee shop, raging mad, I mean pissed off, how I had
abandoned her, and I said it might be the amount of booze you poor down your throat. She
stormed out.
I saw her this morning, years later, packing on the calories from the booze, splotched face,
staring at me with hate, as I got my coffee....
Dylan wrote her a song I find....
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yZPh3hpxLKs