I tell Rex I have a date and he invites me over to his pool to get some sun on my phosphorescently white skin.

He lives in a loft in Tribeca. His livingroom...

kitchen, dining area, bathroom.
His studio upstairs (he's very talented as well)...
and bedroom.

Like lots of lofts in Tribeca, his has an outdoor pool.

"Hi! What the hell happened to your hair?"
"So I kept trying to even it out and it kept getting shorter and shorter. It's growing out now but it's greasy looking."

"You need to go see my hairstylist, JC. He's got the cutest peanut of a little dog. Make an appointment immediately, you got a date, girl."

Rex mixes up some margaritas and I tell him about redhead girl that was cuter online.

 

No salt on my margarita please.

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