I have a problem. I acknowledge that. How am I suppose to get into a serious relationship if I keep involving myself in fleeting worldly exploits?
I know, I know. My last post is exactly about the same thing. Self control is something I don't have most of the time obviously.
Ugh.
This is why I should never be bored.
In a dressing room? That's a first for me.
P.S.
Probably the best part about this rendezvous though is I was able to see THE Imelda fucking Marcos at the hotel's lounge. Yup, I saw her in the flesh. Amazing.
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