A Doorman, Wine, and No Duvet
When I had always promised myself I’d stop dating men who worked at nightclubs – I met “The Doorman” – six foot something, shoulders like wardrobes, and a smile that could convince anyone that “guest list only” included them. (He did let me in several times though, skipping the queue, which I must admit, did…
It’s a wet one… or the Night of the crimson surprise…
What will happen, if you combine a night out, an tall Australian guy, and a hotel room? So there she was, having what she thought would be a perfectly standard one-night stand with a tall, charming, blond Australian. During a work night out, things were going well, really well; I mean until Mother Nature decided…
Mr Almost 
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