Ugh. Hung-over again. Getting to know this feeling quite intimately over the last few weeks.
So I got a little jiggy with the Brazilian last night. Or the Brazil Nut as we like to call him.
It all sounds pretty cool... a talk, dark Brazilian whose a DJ and producer, friends with DJs Patif & Marky (Brazilian Drum and Bass Gods), amazing dancer (I love love love men who can dance), friendly, decent bla bla bla...
But I was hoping he would be a bit of a macho asshole, as from my experience ALL South American men are... so he would be good for a shag and a little fooling around without becoming attached.
But it turns out he was brought up by his mother and grandmother and is a bit of a sweet and sensitive kind. We ended up talking about auras and cooking. His room stinks of old socks. He kisses like a hoover.
I left kind of in the middle of things. First of all I wasn't really into it...I can't shag someone just for the sake of it anymore and second of all its always good to have a taster and then have something to look forward to so I did the granny pants trick which is what I do whenever I know it'll probably come to it but I don't want it to: I wear the ugliest granny pants I have so I'm too ashamed to take my clothes off. Always works. So I went home, leaving the poor boy very frustrated and having to smell his dried spit on my face all the way home. Gross.
Question: What your favourite scar on your body and how did you get it?
Right I need some form of fried egg sandwich.
Question: Why does one always crave eggs on a hang-over?
So I got a little jiggy with the Brazilian last night. Or the Brazil Nut as we like to call him.
It all sounds pretty cool... a talk, dark Brazilian whose a DJ and producer, friends with DJs Patif & Marky (Brazilian Drum and Bass Gods), amazing dancer (I love love love men who can dance), friendly, decent bla bla bla...
But I was hoping he would be a bit of a macho asshole, as from my experience ALL South American men are... so he would be good for a shag and a little fooling around without becoming attached.
But it turns out he was brought up by his mother and grandmother and is a bit of a sweet and sensitive kind. We ended up talking about auras and cooking. His room stinks of old socks. He kisses like a hoover.
I left kind of in the middle of things. First of all I wasn't really into it...I can't shag someone just for the sake of it anymore and second of all its always good to have a taster and then have something to look forward to so I did the granny pants trick which is what I do whenever I know it'll probably come to it but I don't want it to: I wear the ugliest granny pants I have so I'm too ashamed to take my clothes off. Always works. So I went home, leaving the poor boy very frustrated and having to smell his dried spit on my face all the way home. Gross.
Question: What your favourite scar on your body and how did you get it?
Right I need some form of fried egg sandwich.
Question: Why does one always crave eggs on a hang-over?
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i also have a piece of pencil lead embedded in the web of my left hand that i'm proud of. i was stabbed with a pencil there by one Ann Pernitzky in primary school after i told her i loved her.
my first rejection....