After work I went by H&M to see the live personals display themselves and their talents in the windows. There was one really cute guy waiting his turn wearing nothing but angel’s wings and H&M bikini briefs. And glitter. I had dinner plans and unfortunately couldn’t stay to watch him display himself and his talents. I considered giving him my phone number, but he was clearly even more of a bottom than me, so I don’t see what we could possibly have done together other than fight over who gets to be Meg Ryan in Sleepless in Seattle. I am consoling myself with the hope that his act was really stupid and would have turned me off.
Then I went to dinner with some friends and spent the entire time flirting with their German guest before finding out that he’s straight.
I like your pseudonym. I can’t tell with Germans, either. And of course I would date you if the Gods had blessed (?) me with a penis.