Caught in public

I guess I finally like women who like me.

Last week, hung out in RB with AD, the hot blooded latina nymphomaniac gifted with a mind-blowing body and a seemingly everlasting Brazillian wax. She's the playfully booty bopping girl who cuts my hair.

After the cut, we had a kind of date. She wanted me to go clothes shopping with her. To most guys, that is hell. To me, it is not. We ended up in a curtained dressing room together. I’ll leave it at that.

My apologies to the girl who walked in on us. Bikini modeling is not a crime.

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Today Lauren and I killed an hour before picking up the Hoboken train to the shore.

This was after we escaped work and found a West Village place worthy of lunch.

We took the PATH train under the river from the Village to Boken and drank Blue Moons with orange slices at a bar across the street from the train station before our connecting train boarded. We jabberjawed the whole way home on the Coast Line train. I was a good boy.

I had to be. I had a tad of Rizzo on the mind.

I heard a shit load of gossip, though.

I’m usually the subject of gossip. It’s good to be on the other side for a change. (Disregarding the fact that I spent the afternoon at a sidewalk cafe with a 24-year old gorgeous woman.) It was innocent as innocent can get. We’re Jersey Shore beach buds.