Some days are like pinball machines; Thursday, for example. In the span of one evening, I got pickpocketed, James lost his keys, we both nearly got frostbite, and I learned that Phil is engaged. In spite of everything, it was a good day.
James’ friend Molly joined us around midnight and made us tell sex stories until last call. I liked her for this, and because she’s a Gemini. I've always liked Geminis, but I should never, ever have sex with them. Hold me to that, will you?
Molly had a lot of stories to tell, but they all turned dark in the end, even the funny ones. James and I each told tales of unconsummation, which he thinks are more interesting than the other kind. I’m not sure I agree, though they are my forte. Perhaps it is time that I acquired a new métier?
On a related note, my father has started internet dating. I repeat: my father has started internet dating. Within twenty-four hours, he had hooked up with a 52-year old redhead from Belgrade. He sent me her picture today, and yes, she’s cute.
Question: Is there any way to make long johns sexy? Please advise.