Sunday, May 3, 2009

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But damn it!

Last night I went out with a English boy, D. We have been for a ride on a scooter in Montmartre, we drank a beer on a bench and smoked a Cannetta. For offering me a cigarette after months of abstinence I could actually give him at least one basin. And it's adorable, cute, intelligent. But I did not. It 's too low. I do not want to discriminate and anyway, in my defense, it must be said that in my life are not always out with the giants. But he, damn, it's too low. I do not really see it physically. And Rosica a casino, because I really like the face. But, above all, I finally seem to have spent an evening with a normal male who thinks being a man and not by narcissus Italian asshole. Not by chance is English, grew up in Switzerland. Ah. Does the actor. And if the leads at all. He also sent a message just got home to thank me for the evening ... Merde!

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