If you know so much about me, why did you ask me to tell mylife story?" I wanted to see what parts you'd leave out. I'm curious about one thing.Why di... your recent attempts at dating fail?"I shut my eyes and massaged my temples. I'd asked myself exactly the samequestion. "Boredom," I said. "It turns out the women I dated wereobsessed with Jane Austen, and everything Jane. They decorate theirhouses in a faux-regency style. Their most intimate fantasy is to travelback through time to some idyllic. The dress was a snug fit on her, and as she moved, the openings between the big white buttons parted slightly. I strained to see what was under it, but couldn't get a peek. The orderly wheeled me out to her car, and we headed to her home. She finally got me settled into her large bed, and told me I should nap a while while she prepared dinner. "I'd really like to take a good shower," I said, "I feel filthy." She looked at me and said, "How the hell do you think you can in the shape you're in?". As observed the tough trio from the other side of the bar, I was bristling with horniness. I could clearly see Uber’s neck tattoos, a sleeper-ring though his nose, and half inch wide earrings stretching his ear lobes. Masculinity just oozed out of him and he had a sexy; ‘don’t fuck with me,’ attitude.After they had got their beers, Uber glanced in my direction and gave me an interested smile. Shortly after, he moved in my direction.“I’m Spider,” he said, extending his right tattooed hand that. It's short for Emmalee.. You can call me Em if you'd like to... What's yours?MrSir: Beautiful name. And you will call me Sir.Odd. This one was demanding. Our conversation lasted over two hours, when I finally decided I needed to get to bed. He asked if we could meet sometime, and I told him I'd think about it, before logging off. I got up from the chair, heading to the bathroom. I needed a shower after being in that smoky lounge. I turned on the water, and slipped off my sequined tank top and.