The Date with the Amazon

I don't think this went as well as it could have, from the outside it looked very successful. We went to my favourite local bar and drank a very good wine while talking about all manner of things. She laughed at my stories and the eye contact was bountiful. After we left the bar we strolled down the river, and under a tree, in the moonlight with the soft whistling of the wind as the only sound we kissed.

And I felt nothing, my only thought that her lips were quite squidgy.

I'm not sure what this means, perhaps I have spent too much time in Soho recently and have lost my taste for women, or perhaps this one just did nothing for me - but then why did I ask her for drinks? I am at a loss.

Well obviously not at so much off a loss that I have cancelled any dates that are planned. I am meeting the Lady with the legs on the weekend, and then on Tuesday I am going for a drink or two with a Dominatrix, which should be entertaining. Until I met this one I had a very low opinion of Dominatrix (or should that be Dominatrici?) as they tended to be a bit impolite and expected you to do what they said. This one however is very charming. I am sure I still like cocktails so I will be able to pass the time either way.

Last night I had a quiet night in, it was a rare and enjoyable treat. Living and working in the same area of London has many benefits but the lure of going out is very strong, especially now that I have discovered a few bars that are packed with delightful girls and cocktails every day of the week. It would take a stronger willed chap than I to resist such a lure.