Last friday I fucked a merchant sailor. I'll call him "The Sailor". Yes, I am creative, well observed. He was drunk, and I wasn't (I don't drink). It was at my party, which I did, in fact, organise in the hope that he would come and I could pull. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. He was too drunk to come, which sucked. And although it was sloppy, I would do it again. He was just pissed and shy. We watched Spongebob Squarepants Movie. I felt weird afterwards, as I wasn't used to picking people up at parties, so I was unsure of the social etiquette, as was he.
Now I fancy somebody else. Everyone's going out on Saturday night for pubbage, and I'm going to enjoy oogling him when he gets off work and joins us. He's Australian. His name is James. And I want to kiss him.