Matt smirked to himself at the prospect of having a lifetime of female friends to call upon. He caught himself thinking this, though, and realised that his thoughts had become slightly lecherous. The thought of having an almost endless list of women to try and court made him feel strangely proud. Blinking, he shook these thoughts off as a temporary haze caused by his recent masculinity. As long as he knew in his mind that all of these potentials used to be and still were his friends.
Even as this thought buzzed around his head, he wondered what it would be like to buy one of them a drink. To gingerly stroke their arm. To catch their eye and hold the gaze for a few seconds too long as way of seduction. The mere concept had his heart skipping beats. He rushed to the phone, and flicked quickly through the list of his friends. He would probably need some kind of story as to why he was a strange man calling them, but he was sure he could improvise something.
"But which lady to choose?" he wondered aloud, not even flinching at the sound of his deep, rugged voice.
Susan, after all, did have a lifetime of female friends for Matt to choose from.