Well, Surprise, Surprise

When I first met Manny, there was another guy who I was interested in, also. In fact, he was, probably, a much better match for me, because he was smart and had just finished uni and was wanting to explore the world, but he was an Aussie boy and Manny was Greek and so the wogophile in me picked Manny over Dean.

I guess, it had always been in the back of my mind that, probably, one day I'd catch up with Dean and start up again with the boy who was, actually, much more suitable boy friend material than Manny would ever be.

Well, guess what, I finally caught up with him again and surprise, surprise, he's no longer interested like he was. What do I expect when I passed him up for the prettier model?

Don't get me wrong, I think Dean is gorgeous and the two of us used to be really keen on each other. But, the truth is that I passed him over for somebody else.

I can't help feeling pissed off, with myself, I guess, but it is also day 3 of quitting smoking, so maybe I should just head off to bed and stop thinking about it... and every thing else.

Terry

Terry came over. I haven't seen him since he went travelling, last year. He popped in out of the blue. He's just as gorgeous as ever, those eyes, those beautiful eyes. Olive skin. Black hair. Still no idea sexually, though. I thought he might have learnt something os. New tricks? Live hard, see the world?

Sadly, no. You should have learned by twenty eight, I think. That's when I reckon men are at their peak. But alas. He's pretty to look at naked and he's gorgeous to kiss. Big, soft lips. I'm glad I had dope, I got him stoned and then he went all floppy. And just relaxed. He's nice to hold. He's smart too, just finished uni, the year before last.