as though the idea of 'scoring' was an alien one. Or maybe it was just the 'friends' that threw him.

ALL I CAN HEAR IS "...with ladies!" and I am giggling. (And I get Frank, I do, I TOTALLY get it, and on the other side of it, I'd be just as wary as him and just as pissed, but holy crap do I want to smack him a little. I feel guilty for admitting it, but do I EVER. And yet, yes, he's RIGHT to be wary and, ugh, still)

I am going to be up until the crack of dawn reading this aren't I? Not a complaint, btw, I am totally, totally okay with this.