Just came out of a cafe in Malaga and the owner/waitress had an Italian bird over to stay with her, whom she had met in Ibiza, as the Italian bird works on reception in a hotel over there. Anyway, started speaking to the Italian bird who was definitely giving me the eye beforehand, mainly because I was staring at her like a rapist. Was speaking to the Italian bird for about an hour and was saying that because her friend was working, we should go to het friend's apartment for a good pumping session. I went outside for a smoke and then a pish and the cow had ****ed off. I think I may be losing my touch. Admittedly, this is not prime time in the day to get a bird, but thought my charming personality would have sealed the deal. I'm not letting this lie, I'm going back tomorrow. Onwards and upwards, guise
Or maybe she popped round to the local Spar to get a pack of giant square Trojans and a pack of Marlboro lights, when she got back you'd f.ucked off.
To be honest, that is what I was thinking. I was almost doing a lap of honour round the tables with my cock out. Then 3 hours went by. She probably got knocked down by a bus on her way back.
I know how you feel. Why don't they love us? I just want to be loved. I will say and do anything for people to love me.
