Let me write my thoughts quickly while I sit and wait for him. I want to capture this moment… It always starts the same way. A random text message: “Baby girl?” “Yes baby”. “My dick misses you”. “I know. So?” “So let’s go”. He has no idea. He’ll never know. ‘Cause I’ll never tell him. … More He’ll Never Know
I’d forgotten all about Cash Money ’til late last night when I noticed a new avi for one of my favourite people on Twitter. If any of my girls remember Cash Money, you’ll agree with me on the striking resemblance. I met him at the club. He was about two inches shorter than me, but … More Cash Money
Ok, maybe not so much wooed. But they sure impressed us. And yes, yes….they proved us wrong…..SOME men haven’t lost the art of conversation. It was an awesome evening. It was so awesome that the powers-that-be are making it an annual affair. We were in great company – even Twitter friends came out *waves at Hayle … More They Came. They Spoke. They Wooed.
Men and their egos. I love them. The bigger the ego, the better the conversation (in my opinion anyhow). How great would it be for you to get full bragging rights to an event that involves your big….ego? Imagine being given the title of “Toronto’s Most Cunning Linguist”? Kinda sexy no? Say it with me…..c-u-n-n-i-n-g … More Looking For My Cunning Linguist
Every once in a while, I get into this “dating” kick where I want to actually be accompanied to dinner/movies/drinks with a man. You know, meet someone new, get to know them a little bit assuming they can actually converse and enjoy their company over a martini while butterflies build in anticipation of what’s … More Savannah Goes Speed Dating