I was sitting at the Castro Starbuck’s two weeks ago, and I met this guy who remembered me much better than I remembered him. I guess we see each other every two years or so, and it’s always the same thing. He remembers my name, and I don’t remember his. Well, he suggested that he might like to get a massage, so I have him my card. Later, when I was getting up to go to the theater to see Godzilla, he tried to stick him tongue in my mouth! So, so gross!
He’s not hot in the least bit, at least not to me, and now I remember why I don’t remember him: this is the second or maybe third time he has tried to do that. Do I have a sign on my head that says “Open Mouth Kisses” or something?
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