Last Night.

I went out to dinner with my dad in Soho because he was waiting to be able to take this job down so after we ate I went with him because I was kind of curious about this running-track catwalk he’d built in the Nike office; what I wasn’t expecting was two dozen dancers performing a 5 minute choreographed routine for about 60 people as I peeked in the side. I wished one of them good luck and he said thanks and my dad ushered me into the elevator afterwords and then the sexy dancer guy came streaking past without a top on and I was like hi and he stopped and smiled and said hi back and then the elevator door literally closed on our budding mutual amor. I was kind of drunk but while I was walking back to Piccadilly Circus I just got really excited about how eventually I’m going to meet a guy and fall in love and we’ll have this wonderful tender romance and I’ll want to be with him for the rest of my life. And the sex will be incredible-