Columns: Tag – Fantasy
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A Lipstick Lesbian on the Prowl in London
It happens when you least expect it
“I’m done with this single shit, man! I want a girlfriend. I want to love and be loved,” I ranted to my work colleague, Kay, while we ate lunch at our local caf, which we’ve named La shitty.
“I want someone to miss me when I work late. I have love to give and it’s just sitting inside me and rotting!”
Kay is an intelligent person, but her answer to my tirade was so generic and uninspiring that I nearly jumped across the table to suffocate her with the hood of her coat.
This was on Wednesday, the day it snowed for the first time in October since 1934 and, when I woke up that morning freezing, I was craving someone to talk me into pulling a sickie so we could stay in bed all day and drink tea and have sex.
Kay could sympathise. She’s a single chick in London too. So why then give a pathetic answer like: “It happens when you least expect it”?
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