Last night at the karaoke bar, a very social place, my friend approached a group of girls and sat at their table. I don’t know what he said, but one of the girls, the fattest, least attractive one, said, “Go away. We’re having a ladies night out,” and dismissed him with a wave of the…
She was standing outside of the pub, leaning against the wall; all twenty one years old and five foot ten of her. French, thin, absolutely beautiful. She was a model with some pro experience—she didn’t brag. I guessed. For once, I believed it. She was all legs and hair. She wore a faux fox tail…
“Why did you leave her?” I asked the student as he walked towards me with shoulders shrugged, sad puppy look on his baby face. The girl he was talking to in the bookstore was still looking at travel guides. She’d been smiling when he was talking to her, so why was he quitting now without…
I’m sitting in this café and there’s an old geezer in the corner. Every time a woman, any woman, walks through the door he whistles like a bird in an odd chirping manner. He seems able to direct his tweets with the precision of a dolphins mating call because every girl turns to look for…
I like to watch this show. Many of these girls you wouldn’t expect to be beautiful, and then they take their clothes off. It’s also interesting to listen to the interviews with the girls while they talk about their bodies and sexuality. http://www.vice.com/shot-by-kern/poland I’m off to Montreal for a month of bootcamps. A little bit…