Showing posts with label Mr. Right. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mr. Right. Show all posts

Thursday, 22 March 2012

Mr Tall Dark and Incredibly Wrong

He's tall, he's dark, he's handsome. He's funny. He's smart. He's part Italian and part Persian, has a gorgeous accent, and  comes from Dubai, the city of glitter.

Did I mention he lives here?

Wouldn't you know that before I'm even fully engulfed in my physical goal, another goal shows up. I haven't even put it in writing yet -- a factor all the experts say you must do. Yes, I want a relationship, too.

For our first date a few weeks back he asked that I wear a little black dress with cleavage and leg, Chanel eau verte, and fuck me boots (ecusez-moi pour ma français). 

The fm boots also had to be black. 

I had pearls, though he would of preferred Tiffany's. He had other requests as well -- but let's not get distracted in details.