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So many men are so poorly behaved. I’m embarrassed at yet another example of sadistic sociopathy among otherwise admirable men.

A gorgeous, inscrutable server….

A brief thought about someone I miss.

Invisibility isn’t a superpower. It’s a curse.

A surprising first date with a lovely young thing.

In which Hope, anticipating my cock in her mouth, writes some words for me, in my journal.

Ten seats away, a woman I’d once made out with was surrounded by men — and jealousy surged through me with an intensity wildly disproportionate to reality. Turns out, she wasn’t even the right woman.

I’m really very easy to please.

Hope texts me she’s wet. Two hours later, she’s on her knees in a hotel room, chopsticks still in her hair, my cock between the same glossy lips she’d photographed for me that morning.

What am I writing? Wouldn’t you like to know….