So, you know how some women seem to attract sleazy guys? Two-timing scumbags? Sometimes a girl's lucky enough to attract an emotionally stable guy, or a guy obsessed with her.
I, ladies and gentlesaurs, attract Americans.
That's right. You heard me. Soda-pop-drinking, politically dualist, loud and usually 'entitled' masters of the bedroom, aka Americans.
The first time it happened, I thought it was a fluke; I'd never even met an American before DancingBear!
Still, there he was in his expensive Armani suit at the Britomart bus stop; Shaun, the Investment Banker.
He was from Boston, and he talked a mighty smooth line... Right into my panties.
Then there was the sexy, sweet talking saxophone player. He was from Tucson, AZ. He found me on OkCupid, convinced me that it would be a fantastic idea to catch a taxi at 11pm on a Sunday, so that I could... Chat with him,
Yeah, that's right. Sweet, passionate conversation. Well, apparently that wasn't all he had in mind!
After that followed cowboy Thomas, gamer geek Stephen, and Daniel, the tantra-practicing Californian dude with chocolate skin and a smile smooth as sarsaparilla. (Actually, I don't really know what sarsaparilla tastes like, but it was a good word!).
Soon, with my entrancing hypnosis skills and my talent in the bedroom, I will rule the world through the stray men of America. Those who dare to wander through Aotearoa and into my bedroom, or slip a message into my hot box on the site of Cupid's affirmation won't stand a chance against my oh so awkward feminine wiles.
Ah, America. The land of opportunities ^_~
I, ladies and gentlesaurs, attract Americans.
That's right. You heard me. Soda-pop-drinking, politically dualist, loud and usually 'entitled' masters of the bedroom, aka Americans.
The first time it happened, I thought it was a fluke; I'd never even met an American before DancingBear!
Still, there he was in his expensive Armani suit at the Britomart bus stop; Shaun, the Investment Banker.
He was from Boston, and he talked a mighty smooth line... Right into my panties.
Then there was the sexy, sweet talking saxophone player. He was from Tucson, AZ. He found me on OkCupid, convinced me that it would be a fantastic idea to catch a taxi at 11pm on a Sunday, so that I could... Chat with him,
Yeah, that's right. Sweet, passionate conversation. Well, apparently that wasn't all he had in mind!
After that followed cowboy Thomas, gamer geek Stephen, and Daniel, the tantra-practicing Californian dude with chocolate skin and a smile smooth as sarsaparilla. (Actually, I don't really know what sarsaparilla tastes like, but it was a good word!).
Soon, with my entrancing hypnosis skills and my talent in the bedroom, I will rule the world through the stray men of America. Those who dare to wander through Aotearoa and into my bedroom, or slip a message into my hot box on the site of Cupid's affirmation won't stand a chance against my oh so awkward feminine wiles.
Ah, America. The land of opportunities ^_~
