I was in the mood yesterday. Walking around Borough Market yesterday with Gina was fun, trying cheeses and olive oils and hams and olives, the usual stuff. Gina was in the middle of this long, complex relationship story (I toyed with the idea of telling her ‘so leave him and go on a year long rampage, fucking every delicious red-blooded male that takes your fancy’ a couple of times) and I was restricted to the occasional ‘uh-huh’ as I was chewing on an olive. My mind wasn’t really on the conversation, not that I’m a bad listener, okay I am a bad listener when I’m on the prowl and I was definitely on the prowl yesterday.
The sushi we ate for lunch just ramped up my desperation for a fuck.
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