So, from the beginning, you can pretty much assume, we paid for our drinks and left. You would be right, and yes, we did head back to my place. So, with that boring stuff over, flash-forward to him, being alone with me, in my house.
You know, for a man who looked like he decided to change his life a bit, maybe even get a bit wilder, he was pretty doe eyed when we got back to my place. He couldn’t stop looking at me, like, I was gonna break out in stripper pool dancing any minute. Bless his heart, I don’t own a stripper pole, that’s just silly.
What I did do, was much better than watching a woman swinging on a pole half-naked. (but, that could be fun too…different story)