Hmmm

Well I finally had sex with Tweety. I am not exactly pleased with myself but I have been so horny lately and all my former lovers-if I could call them that have fallen off the radar. I had pretty much written Tweet off because last time I was with him he was moaning about wanting to get back with his girlfriend. I was pretty unsatisfied with his company and after we parted ways that night felt finished.

He crossed my mind this week as someone I "could" call but really didn't want to. As luck would have it, I was walking in one direction down Bay Street and he was walking in another. I said hello and with in two seconds he had his hand on my leg on it's way up my skirt. So typical of him. The guy is such a horndog. We chatted and I told him about my last date and how disappointed I was. He said "we're everywhere, just wear some bright colors, show some cleavage and smile." He always recommends bright colors and cleavage. I guess we should all look like Parrots.

We chatted for a while under a palm tree and ultimately decided to head around the corner to his place. He painted his concrete floors grey. That was supposed to make the place look better, it didn't.

He was wearing a completely worn out pair of shorts. When I saw them, I told him he didn't deserve to get laid at all. They were stretched, worn out, holy, no elastic left-completely ridiculous. He agreed and began to tear them off his body. The elastic separated and I wrapped it behind his neck in a "Borat" look.

I can't say any more about the event. I am too embarrassed after posting the photo.