Another night out, another disappointing foray into bagging a man.
Why is it that all the single, eligible Gayers are horrendous, but all the Breeders are gorgeous?
Martin at the Italian we went to last night is one of the latter. Cute arse, narrow waist, broad shoulders - Yes, I mostly saw him from behind - All for naught.
The waitress very helpfully informed us that he was straight. Although, she did say that sometimes she wondered... Anyway, our eyes met a couple of times, and both times he just half-smiled shyly and disappeared into the kitchen. Bah!
Bring on the alsations - So I can be found three weeks later half eaten by them, not for anything else, SID.