I’ve always wanted to date men who wear nice suits. It’s my La Dolce Vita fetish. (It’s always been in conflict with the boys-in-workboots fetish). By a series of events this last weekend, a friend left his suit in its garment bag at my house. And tonight, I have insomnia. I’m about to dig into an oncoming book deadline and can’t get started. It’s almost 3am, monday.
Sunday was the rough end to a weekend with great ups (Vloggies! cute date! community!) and some valleys (a friend in the hospital; an astonishingly cruel exbf encounter that just won’t stop). I’ll post a kewl wrap of the Vloggies tomorrow, with all my personal picks for the best in original content videoblogging. And I watched hundreds of submissions, phew…
I had fun rolling around in my friend’s suit tonight, I didn’t ask first but I think it’ll be okay. Warning: tonight’s gallery is a bit explicit.
