March 24, 2019
I had a late night invite for a drink. We met at the Limbo. The poor man was either tongue tied by my exceedingly sexy self or really shy. The latter most likely.
He wanted to go to my apartment. I told him my sheets were dirty and I hadn’t scooped.
Just kidding.
I said No.
So… I’m on Tinder but I’m not a sure thing. Entertain me! Make me laugh! Be a man worth scooping for!
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