Make Love, Not Bombs
You Can’t Change Him
Negotiating a Lover
Catch Him if You Can: The Hook
Something New
Stupid Questions About Love
Catch Him if You Can: The Bait
Women Only Want You For Your Potential
I live in Ireland and was spending Xmas 09 / New Year 10 in two rural locations. On both nights I went to “happening” (as much as possible in redneck Ireland) nightclubs. Just out of pure mischief, on neither occasion did I clean or floss my teeth (and hadn’t done so in several days beforehand either). On the second night I placed fresh garlic cloves in my socks and, sure enough, within twenty minutes could taste garlic in my mouth. On the way into the nightclub I chewed some sprigs of spring onion. You can guess … !
On both nights I wore a very butch type of outfit – shiny black leather jacket over denim jacket, denim jeans, black boots.
Anyway, in the first club four women made open passes at me in twenty minutes. I wouldn’t have considered any of them (cos I’m a fag, actually) and went back to my hotel.
In the second club, a really hot chick of about nineteen walked up to me about five minutes after I had entered. She stroked my chin, ran her hand up my leg and stuck her tongue into my mouth.
About twenty minutes later another even hotter chick was with her yenta friend. This chick was a bit drunk but was eyeing me from the moment she saw me. Then she dropped and spilt her money, and fell on her ass. I pushed over and held out my hand for her to get up. I took her up and then pointed to the floor. “You dropped your money,” I said. She looked at it, and looked at me. I stood on the coins, dragged them over with my boot and pointed downwards. She got down on her hands and knees in front of me and picked up the coins, from the floor in front of me, lifting one from the grooves of my boot.
You Can’t Change Him
Negotiating a Lover
Catch Him if You Can: The Hook
Something New
Stupid Questions About Love
Catch Him if You Can: The Bait
Women Only Want You For Your Potential
I live in Ireland and was spending Xmas 09 / New Year 10 in two rural locations. On both nights I went to “happening” (as much as possible in redneck Ireland) nightclubs. Just out of pure mischief, on neither occasion did I clean or floss my teeth (and hadn’t done so in several days beforehand either). On the second night I placed fresh garlic cloves in my socks and, sure enough, within twenty minutes could taste garlic in my mouth. On the way into the nightclub I chewed some sprigs of spring onion. You can guess … !
On both nights I wore a very butch type of outfit – shiny black leather jacket over denim jacket, denim jeans, black boots.
Anyway, in the first club four women made open passes at me in twenty minutes. I wouldn’t have considered any of them (cos I’m a fag, actually) and went back to my hotel.
In the second club, a really hot chick of about nineteen walked up to me about five minutes after I had entered. She stroked my chin, ran her hand up my leg and stuck her tongue into my mouth.
About twenty minutes later another even hotter chick was with her yenta friend. This chick was a bit drunk but was eyeing me from the moment she saw me. Then she dropped and spilt her money, and fell on her ass. I pushed over and held out my hand for her to get up. I took her up and then pointed to the floor. “You dropped your money,” I said. She looked at it, and looked at me. I stood on the coins, dragged them over with my boot and pointed downwards. She got down on her hands and knees in front of me and picked up the coins, from the floor in front of me, lifting one from the grooves of my boot.