She looked at me with a solitary look in her eyes. In the back my mind, I knew....she bangs. I figured whether I go talk to her, or she comes and talks to me, by the end of this night, i'll be changing my sheets. If her scent and the way she carries herself matches any of the traits that my ex girlfriend has, then tonight will be the night that I hump this future mistress in the bum. Now, as I take careful steps towards her, she gives me the look in the eye, that says, "I'm british baby....". I returned that look with the gaze I call, bla BLEYAHHH ! I took her into my arms and gave her the deepest and softest kiss I could muster. She had the beauty of a gazelle and the complexion of an egg roll. Her skin, soft like my bum, but smooth like low fat margarine. Her lips were warm yet wet with a slight hint of pina colada from her lip gloss. I leaned into her ear and whispered the soft words "I'm chafing....." . She replied with the gentle words "I'm from Lebanon, if I were any more Lebanese then I would be well....Lebanese". My heart skipped a beat, and then began to race while the pork bun that was resting on top of my head began to give me a warm tingly feeling all over. It was warm.


Moral of the story: Tommy Hilfiger underpays me !