H got a text about an hour ago from a strange number: "Hey, do you know where a pretty girl can find a man with a truck to help her out".
H: "Hmm, I think that's my friend Ashley from school"
I brushed it off since he was getting ready to head out the door. 10 minutes later I get a call.
He said it was his friend Ashley from school and she wants him to help move furniture tonight. Then he got really nervous and asked if he could go. I said sure, if he wanted to. Then he played the guy game where he went on about how he didn't have to go and he didn't want me to be mad. I said it was fine. And then I was a moron and asked him if she was pretty.
H: "She's beautiful, if you like that sort of thing. But she's not you baby. Don't worry, I'll go after Louie goes to bed. That way you can go to sleep and don't have to worry about me."
Now I'm annoyed. I'm usually the least jealous person in the world, but this "beautiful" chick's text is rubbing me the wrong way.