I discovered my porn star name is Scotty Rose. (courtesy of homer, you come up w/this by taking the name of your first pet as the first name and the name of the street you lived on as a kid as your last name.)
I often refer to my playtime w/o really going into details. I do so because that’s never been the purpose of the blog. However, sometimes things happen that I just feel the need to share. Remember my last rant about discovering I’d slept w/Chris Steele? Well, it happened again. I’ve been seeing this guy at the gym lately. It always seems to be in passing; I’m coming, he’s going sort of thing. I thought he was hot, raw sex appeal, very sexy lips, yadda yadda yadda. He turned out to be French so he had a nice accent to tie it all together. The other day, I see his profile online, its nicely written w/o all the red flags I’m used to. I figure what the hell, go for it. So I send him a message and he messages me back immediately. Slightly taken back by his overt interest, I try to stay aloof, just waiting for the bomb to drop.
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