Columns: Tag – Metrosexual
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Love Factually
Loftysaurus gets Metrosexual
Thunnnk. My jaw hit the floor.
For once it wasn’t my automatic response to a sublime vision of angelic womanhood walking in the door. No, this was far more unexpected.
Lofty was walking towards me with what seemed to be a cocktail in each hand. I blinked again.
The lighting was rather low here in the rarefied loungey atmosphere of Julep, our new hangout. But, no. They WERE cocktails. And they WERE attached to those massive mitts that are always attached to Loftysaurus.
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