A Good Decision

Aren't you going to Republiq tonight G?


A bar you've been dying to go for months now.


Where you know that beautiful people will be swarming in dozens, clad in designer clothes.


You'll ogle and drool until the break of dawn.


But of course remember the rule; pretty boys don't just stare at other pretty boys.


What's wrong? You don't have anything to wear?


That's odd, you usually mix and match your clothes.


Are you sure that's your main reason?


Or is it because you're going out tomorrow with the guy you met at the club last week?


Be careful G, looks can be deceiving. You know what I mean. ;)


Club boys just don't match that well. It's just like what Heidi Klum says on Project Runway: today you're in, the next day you're out.


Seven days, G. Seven days before the next cycle of boys.


But I guess you're still willing to go on that date of yours.


You're getting too early to fall for someone you barely know. Barely tasted.


Haven't you heard of taking it slow, G?


You've heard of it I'm sure, lots of times, a million times but still that stubborn head of yours won't listen.


What's the use of your head then? For oral s** only?


Tsk, tsk, tsk, the things you do for a date.


Oh, I'm not here to give you a good preaching nor tell you to cancel the date altogether.


Just be careful.


And don't forget your KY jelly, just in case.