TMI

I met this guy @ a traffic light of all places in College Park, GA. Totally my type…tall, dark chocalate, husky with an awesome smile; a great personality, and rugged. We had a great short conversation, which prompted me to go out with him.

Why did I invite him to pick me up at my house????

First of all, it’s January and quite cold outside. I’m dressed wearing black jeans, black boots, a turtle neck sweater, hat and leather coat. He shows up wearing a short-sleeved polo shirt and baggy jeans. And it was quite obviouss that he hit the ganga HARD before coming over to my place.

The very first thing that came out of his mouth once he arrived at the door was “May I use your bathroom, because I just had Taco Bell and it always fucks up my stomach” TMI

He then proceeded to relieve himself in my guest bathroom quite noisily. Next thing I know, I hear the shower turn on, then the bathroom door cracks open; he peers out of the door and asks for another roll of tissue, and matches.

Again TMI.

Timing

He arrived very late, and left very early.
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