Yesterday I found myself juggling three online conversations with gentlemen I’ve met in the course of the last three weeks. At one point, I answered the question of one to another. Luckily it didn’t involve any sort of specific personal info so it may just have sounded like I was confused about the question. Or at least this is what I like to believe.
They are all extremely interesting, at least one of them is excellent in bed, and another one is a great kisser. The third is still a mystery, but more on that later.
Worst part is that none of them were my James Hetfield.