Chapter 28: Stale Orgasm.

I sauntered into Jon's apartment with a positive feeling that this night is going to be great.

Jon whistled. "You look fabulous."

Of course, I am *fabulous* and heaven knows this for a fact. I looked repulsively at Jon, who is wearing ripped dirty blue jeans, black sweater, and scuffed shoes. I remembered Vanessa's disapproving face when I told her about Jon. Perhaps this is the part of Jon she disapproves of, he's disorganized. A disorganized nonchalant sexy man—bad *combo.*

"Uhmm. Thanks. No offense, but you don't look near fab yourself," I said.

"No offense taken," Jon said.

"Please change. Tone it up a little..... FYI you look rough. Who wears ripped jeans with scuffed shoes? Are you homeless?"

"I'm not changing," he said stubbornly.

"Oh Jon. Why don't you put on some Khakis, t-shirt or a sweater purchased within the last three years?"

"I'm wearing this," Jon said.

I finally gave in after arguing for some minutes. After all no one will be looking at Jon tonight. I'll be the cent