Creepy Men
At the risk of sounding judgemental: I've been meaning to mention that I was out in town on Saturday night, and stopped in for a pint on my way home at a bar in Soho. (Yes I know - mistake number one right there.) I was minding my own business, leafing through one of the free papers, and a guy standing next to me started talking to me about an article I was reading.
We got to talking - he seemed knowldgeable on the politics of the situation involved - we talked some more. He was intelligent, seemed quite cultured, mature (in his 50s), and had interesting opinions on various subjects. It was a pleasant conversation, entirely untouched by any sense of 'pick up' as far as I was concerned.
So of course after about half an hour, and with no preamble of any kind, he asked me if I'd like to go home with him, and ideally let him fuck me bareback.
What the hell is wrong with these people? I wasn't even showing any interest in him in the first place. He started the conversation, it was wholly about non-sexual subjects, and at no point did I even suggest that I was interested in hooking up with anyone. What a freak.
The Trouble With Divas
Just a quick note to spread the word - Mike at Troubled Diva has mailed a whole bunch of people to note that as a consequence of some hosting trouble, he's moved the site to a new domain - now with added hyphen.
http://www.troubled-diva.com is the new target for your links, blogrolls, etc.
Stop by - it's the same high quality bloggage it's always been.