The (sex) life and (kinky) times of a ThirtySomething nymphet in London
Friday, 4 September 2009
Last chance saloon
I am going against my gut instinct and this weekend will be meeting up with the bloke who stood me up last week. I hate my gut instinct, it's ruins all my fun and acts like a conscience on my sleeve. Last chance saloon (for him).
Maybe I have said this before but I would prefer to regret the things I did do rather than the things I passed up on. There are of course exceptions to this rule!