Or so the song goes.
Buckman talked me into this top. And then sympathized with me when the date I wore it on went badly.
(Would you ask for a blow job and anal and no condom and then top it all off by informing your date you never go down on women? I mean SERIOUSLY.)
(Remind me to tell you about the date that tried to lure me into an abandoned building, the one who got drunk at 9:30am, and the one that gave me his assistant’s phone number.) (And before you ask, no, none of these were dating website hookups.)
I need a cleansing of my dating aura, stat.
In the meantime, Buckman’s my very own stylist/private security force/good listener. Every single gal should have one.