Virgins

William's life is now a tint tad bit more complete. He has a black light stick. $20 and you think they guy won the lottery. It's a lamp, nothing special. Apparently he's wanted one 'since like fucking ever'. Well, now he has black light and is watching Oliver Stone's Doors movie. WTF? He hates the Doors. I don't know what's up with him tonight.

Took him out, bought him his favourite Silver Queen corn at the market. Fed him a wonderful steak and worchester sauce steak at Coleman's - sat out on the river and had a nice supper. Bought him a new pair of leather pants. Bought him four new movies. Got him his blacklight. Bought him beers. Hope'd he would sleep with me. No, not in the cards. I swear it's like dating a virgin girl. Everything I do is 'no'. If he were a date I would have dumped him a long time ago and moved onto greener pastures. He says his back hurts. Ok, but then there's other ways to go about things. He's not that naive, and neither am I.

Speaking of, got some photos of Cyn in action.

Behind the cut, 'cos they're craptacular with the old camera and poor lighting.

( Fake Cut )